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when i was a kid i tore g.i. joe's apart
they didn't mean a thing to me
little bits of plastic held by rubber bands
mommy would be my another one
i once had a nerf football
i took a screwdriver and tore it open
kinda gave me a feeling
that something is inside everything
but what is in my chest just may not be there
a question to my questions at once
and there is no one to answer them
there's a long road i need to go on
and if i go on it i just may never come back
little sally never leaves her swing set
she always wanted to swing high
but as she grew tall her feet scraped the ground
then one day she found a new way to get high
and then one day she got too high
it was like saying, "hey mommy, no hands"
before jumping off a cliff
if my g.i. joe's had parachutes
they wouldn't have to suffer
after being thrown across my room
i've always had war games in my mind
and little sally will never get to play