Sometimes I feel like a broken toy,
Kind of lost in the middle of the way,
Only left with one eye,
But still I can see,
The light of day,
Shinning everyday,
And I can still see the night.
With its darkness,
Blinding my sight,
I wish all my memories were fake,
That way I wouldn't know,
What's night and what's day,
And maybe I'll be
A happy broken toy
Wandering free in the middle of the way
