You run in your room
And pull them off the shelf
And put them all around you.
You let them know your fears and show them your tears.
You tell them your secrets and they all listen with open ears.
They sat there and told no one your secrets and your lies.
Now you don't care what happens to them.
What you do to them.
What you've made them.
You're not even fair.
Cause what they don't know is when you're done with them.
It's off to the garage sale
Sold for a dime a piece.
You don't even care that now their hearts are going bleak.
The toys as you have now made them
Are going numb,
They want to rebel
But are caught under your evil spell.
Their eyes open wide.
'Oh NO'
They see you for what you are now,
Not a friend
But a little girl with friends on her shelf.
Thinking the more of them you have
The greater your wealth.
The toys with my word with start to transform!
Teddy bears, dolls, and cute plush little toys.
With a snap of my finger they now understand
The true meaning of control, when it's in your hands
They get it now, they now what's right
Your screams are nothing to them
Just whispers in the wind
