You used me like a wind up toy.
You kept winding me up just to see what I would do for you. You were so amused by the things I would do for you. Eventually you got tired of me.
Instead of giving me to someone new, oh you ripped me apart to see what I was made of. All the different parts that that made me function. But it was all connected. To one main part. My heart, which was the key you tinkered with every single time.
It had your fingerprints all over it. But little did I know you were just playing with me. Some days you still do, most days you try.
But guess who put me back together.
It wasn't you.
Bit by bit pice by pice I tried to mend myself.
I'll never be considered an originals collectors toy any more. Because I'll never quite function the same. I'll never be worth quite the same.
It you were to try to sell me online you would only get few bidders. Bidders that don't know I'll never quite work the same, and that I'm not what they think I'm worth.
But little did I know one day I would be thrown in the back of a closet collecting dust. Hoping that some day I'll be found.
Be found by someone who won't mind my flaws and always appreciate me jumping around like a fool for you and breaking my back from bending it for them. But he would appreciate it all. Especially what it all to to do it all.
