Wind-up Toy

It’s no good pretending Denying He almost crushed your soul With the weight of his wise wise words Just go on believing You’re happy He didn’t cling to you Like the smoke on his old clothes Like a wind-up toy Dead in bed and sick with the grief All joy stolen by a ruthless thief Just half a person fading thin air Late in the night Late at night when sleep suggested She stays up through the darkness With Angels Waiting in her mind Like a wind-up toy Dead in bed and sick with the grief All joy stolen by a ruthless thief Just half a person fading thin air Late in the night Late at night when sleep suggested See the fire that is in her eyes In her eyes When the demons left her terrified Terrified Harsh words result From lack of intent What’s wrong with you tonight? Just half a person fading thin air Late in the night Late at night when sleep suggested