Who never guessed
about killing itself,
never have dressed,
for life as well...
girls don't have imagination,
neither the boys,
what's the sensation,
of being such a toy?
Some toys came broken,
Some toys came mad,
Some with its containers opened,
Some just came sad.
Some kills people,
when find them down,
and when they are simple,
They just turn around...
For my toy box,
I will come back,
Cause now, the clock,
Is turning me upset...
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