What You Are, Boy.
Together forever,
Do you remember that?
Cause I do.
Its hard to forget,
someone like you.
Someone who plays the game,
but is always last picked.
Someone who loves forever,
but constantly forgets.
Do you even remember my name?
Could you pick me out of the crowd?
Of course not, I was just a toy.
Another little toy that you broke.
A broken toy has no value does it?
No, exactly right.
Broken toys are trash,
left to waste in a landfill.
Boy, don’t you try to pull that.
You aren’t innocent.
And everyone can see it on your face.
They see the lies,
all the “I love you girl”
and all the “I’m so sorry.” too.
With all those lies you tell,
and all the masks you wear
trying to cover up the truth
when everybody knows who you really are.
You’re a heart breaker
that has broken too many hearts.
You’re a player
with no self respect.
Now do you see?
That you are nothing to me?
You are just like a broken toy yourself.
And look, here comes the garbage truck.
Have fun, or don’t, I don’t care either way.
