When I was bright and new
I volunteered to keep watch over you
and when you sent me far from all I know
I thought of you waiting for me when I get home
if I get home
When it was over you didn't want to play
with the toy soldiers you refuse to put away
I risked my body, I spilled my blood
All I'm asking you is just come pick me up
come pick me up
Now I'm broken and used
I feel forgotten, abandoned and bruised
After all I gave for you, what I endured
You said, I'm sorry, I can't see you anymore
I can't see you
When it was over you didn't want to play
with the toy soldiers you refuse to put away
I risked my body, I spilled my blood
All I'm asking you is just come pick me up
come pick me up
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2.17.2010
Broken Soldiers
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Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Labels: Broken Soldiers
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