Blame it on my youth You were my adored one Then you became the bored one I was like a toy That brought you joy one day A broken toy That you preferred to throw away If I expected love When we first kissed

For they always bring me tears I can't forgive the way they rob me All the snow has turned to water Christmas days have come and gone Broken toys and faded colors Are all that's left to linger on I hate graveyards and old pawn shops Of my childhood