all your toys do is own you and hold you back from the whole truth on your way to a graveyard could you put them away? (chorus) you'll be just like the other ones and leave me just like the other ones i feel so rotten in me leave me just like the other ones poor excuse for a broken heart would you regret yourself more if you knew what you were used for? i escaped with a few scars that decorate my face (bridge) when your life don't follow the plan and you have nothing like a map to get to where you may already be going