I was once a toy soldier,
in a world of paper towns.
Made of wax, I didn’t quite fit in.
That didn’t stop me from goin’ 'round
to look at all the paper people.
Their smiles were made thin,
and their eyes were torn apart.
Slits were cut into them;
I wondered if it was the same
for all their paper hearts.
I then felt my heavy chest,
and knew it was for the best
that I wasn’t made the same.
Though soon enough, it began to rain—
and this is what made us alike.
How fragile they were, our lives,
as we all began to melt away.
I knew then that we’d all fade
into what was once yesterday.