New Toy
It’s
been two months since that night we said good-bye.
When
I left she took over and it hurts to see the things she does.
I
sit and watch her make you look like a fool.
Can’t
you hear what our friends are saying?
It
hurts cuz I still care and the feeling’s still there.
Why
do you stand for the things that she does?
How
can you let yourself look bad cuz of her?
She
treats you like a toy . . . someone to play with.
We
both know that the feelings are still alive
And
we both know that they’ll always thrive.
But
still you won’t swallow your pride.
Sometimes
I wish we never said good-bye.
Remember
that love is grand and feelings are hard to understand.
Remember
when she holds you at night
The
way she acts with all the other men
And
how you’re just one of her toys
Something
she’ll throw away when it gets olds.
Remember
babe, when you’re all alone
How
many times you were told
That
her kind of love was no good
And
how toys become broken then get thrown away
Then
remember us and how it used to be.
Written: October 22, 1982
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