Beautiful Toys کے بول

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.