When the girl with the bright smile doesnt smile anymore.    ForewordWho cares about my emotionsYou can play with me until you’re sick of meYou can break me if that’s what you wantBecause I’m a toy, toy When I’m no longer useful you would secretly throw me awayIf only I can be rememberedEven just a little bitEverything, I do it for youI’m a toy, toy…