Feels like my heart is just a toy packaged,
Sold,
Returned,
And repeated
I'm an action figure begging to be played with but lately I haven't seen any action
I yearn to be in the hands of someone who loves me,
Reflecting in the eyes of captivated satisfaction
Play dates are my fate but as of late they haven't been so great
They pick me up toss me round
Then leave me on the ground for my body to be found
I lay shroud, wet, cold, and alone,
Chewed up and spit out like a dogs bone
This boy is a toy but has brought no hearts joy
So I'm repackaged,
Returned,
And receipted
Hanging in the isle again,
I've never felt so defeated