All your toys do is own you
And hold you back from the whole truth
On your way to a graveyard
Could you put them away?
You'll be just like the other ones
And leave me just like the other ones
I feel so rotten in me
Leave me just like the other ones
Poor excuse for a broken heart
Would you regret yourself more
If you knew what you were used for?
I escaped with a few scars
That decorate my face
When your life don't follow the plan
And you have nothing like a map
To get to where you may already be going