Plaything

I thought this was a good place to start/looking out on my treeless plain
The good Lord has our best interests at heart, He’s
Making an effort and starting again
Chorus: I just wanted a plaything
The only good ones a dead ringer for the real thing
I just wanted a plaything, the right way to say the wrong thing
Now you’re wearing someone elses pin/I'm as blue as the night is long
Hiding in corners I overlooked in
Filling in cracks where the splinters belonged (Chorus)
Sometimes I wonder what the good Lord has in store