Somewhere along the way
I experienced more than your usual wear and tear
And I was cut open
And ripped apart

Hung up on the shelf,
I am damaged goods
And I can only hope that you’ll see me
And pay full price
Knowing that I’m broken

But it’s not my fault that someone tore me apart
Just because they didn’t want to buy me
It’s not my fault that someone couldn’t wait
And had to snap down my back until they
Could see what was on the inside

I’m sorry that they were so disappointed
When they learned what I was actually worth