Maybe fifteen, maybe sixteen

Years have have passed since I was crying,

I remembered what it felt like

To lose something that you'd die for.



Where are my beautiful toys?

You took mine the way I took yours.



In Tunis and in Margate,

You advised me get a life and

Stop treating me like I'm a plaything.

You said that I was childish,

Couldn't treat you like an adult,

I remembered what it felt like

To lose someone that you'd die for.



Where are my beautiful toys?

You took mine the way I took yours,

July, we'd run wild,

But things would always run down,

Things would always run down.

I won't tell if you change your mind.