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A Toy's Struggle
I see you tangled on your bed Murmuring and chanting and tugging your hair It would be so simple Why don’t you come play with me? Can you not remember? Our stupid fun together You always smiled at me In return, I smiled for you But all you do is stare now It would be so simple Just come play with me Please, oh please I hear those voices in my ear As you just slam your colossal red door And I peer over your tennis shoe You're making me beg Please come play with me They’re at it again and your hair is mounds They argue and trample through the night Panicked, you trace the room Your clumsy foot smashing my face Just come play with me I can hear them shouting now And you do just the same Silent but for in your head Come play with me I am disgusted by you And forgotten by you I want to make you still Your strands are all over me God, oh God, why didn't you come play with me? Then, oh yes, I hear your socks tug and scrap There yells have made you bald And I see you think A tiny thought A mistake Your crouching in front of me Ugly grin fake on your face I’ll show you kindly, like you showed me Why you shouldn't have come play with me
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