Toys Can't Talk

Toys Can't Talk

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As I stand here, on the porch
Ringing the busted doorbell
Nobody seems at home
Because it is a burnt hell

Lean to deal
Learn to feel
Be emotionally bent
And emotionally heal

Oh, darling, my eyes
Look up to no one
For I am the toy
For such a boy

I scream, I cry, I laugh
I pout, I smile, I shout
Am I your love, or a slave?
A princess to you, my knave?

Do you play with other girls
In a certain way
That doesn't accociate
With games like pattycake?

I know this might hurt...
But you'll have to learn to share
I'm getting rather bored
And you don't seem to care

If I do the same to you,
Like a doll, you seem to
Kiss my hair, touch my cheek
And beat me to the ground

Like any toy, when you get bored,
And your friends ask for it,
You loan it; for a while
And when they're tired, they give it away

I wouldn't call it love,
I'd call it being used
But then again, toys can't talk
No batteries, you're out of luck