We were never much alike
me or you...

I wonder if anyone’s listening,
if anyone other than me will ever read these...

She looked at me, and i looked away
her eyes asked too much of someone like me...

Sometimes i get lost in the words
in the world of illusion and magic and dreams...

Trying to satisfy the ghosts of our pasts
the wandering, misty, shapes that float and...

I see their faces on the television
Blank staring eyes, heavy with disillusionment...

This is it
we have one chance to make it...

To every little girl,
whose ever had a dream...

Toy Soldiers
He lines them up...

You try to understand me but you can’t
‘cuz you don’t know my past...

It's a crazy wicked feeling
those days when you're not there...

I wish I could explain it
but I can't, and I never could...