every season feels the same i m sure you could agree this day can bring reminders of the blackest memories my pieces never seem to fit blood that s closest to me are more like vacant faces dolls with dead batteries we re all broken like misfit toys we rest in pieces begging for you to make us one if today is just about these pine trees and lights i ll take a match and strike it while my living room ignites we re all broken like misfit toys we rest in pieces begging for you to make us one so in the distance all i see is bathed in snowy white while we re stranded on this island under black stars tonight take one look in my eyes and you ll know only when we re broken can we be restored we re all broken like misfit toys we rest in pieces begging for you like misfit toys