Maybe fifteen, maybe sixteen   Years have have passed since I was crying,   I remembered what it felt like   To lose something that you'd die for.      Where are my beautiful toys?   You took mine the way I took yours.      In Tunis and in Margate,   You advised me get a life and   Stop treating me like I'm a plaything.   You said that I was childish,   Couldn't treat you like an adult,   I remembered what it felt like   To lose someone that you'd die for.      Where are my beautiful toys?   You took mine the way I took yours,   July, we'd run wild,   But things would always run down,   Things would always run down.   I won't tell if you change your mind.