Set down your tool,
The damage is done,
I was a fool,
And you had your fun,

You took my flesh,
Replaced the pieces,
Renewed me from scratch,
One of your masterpieces,

You'd wind me up,
To keep me going,
And when my cogs got stuck,
You'd keep the gear oil flowing,

One of your perfect designs,
But boys will be boys,
Together, we made headlines,
But toys will be toys,

So now you've moved on,
To tinker with a new project,
My coils have slowed down,
And my gears grind in neglect,

Rusting in the midnight rain,
Left with no umbrella,
Erosion dilapidating my frame,
Clockwork Cinderella.