Toy

by Clown Binks   Jul 14, 2005


I look down at the cuts and eraser burns I know now that it isn't the way to turn

Cutting and crying over a boy
Who just used me as a toy

The way i felt
Is the way i dealt

Crying at night
Thinking i might

The pain is such
Way to much

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