I could feel my decline.
I could hear the call.
I could feel my grip loosen and hers tighten.
So I did something I should have done a while ago.
I left...

A little prototype
So fortunate there was no one alike
A truly remarkable prototype, but after all just that
And as it goes with those, it got replaced with another,
slightly better
Terrified and afraid, it was now sent to the shredder

But before it got there, it was revisited
The prototype thought that was wonderful
Its future was a little brighter, and colourful
It was happy to get another chance, to enhance
It did its best to look good, as it should
It now had an outstanding design
But unfortunately, once again declined

Now crushed and defeated it wandered the testing site and factory grounds, wondering why the world could be so cruel
Just a single approval could be so crucial
And every disapproval so brutal and roughshod
Simply the prototype, must be no good

Suddenly a pair of kind, caring hands picked it up
A pair of hands that understands the prototype
It was carefully looked at and a few screws was tightened
New technology was inserted, and a few bulbs was lightened
New hope rose as the insecurity was broke
Once again examined carefully
Now the prototype was truly a beauty
It jumped up and down, as it was finally accepted
and put into production, happy and relieved as it had now served a real function

We used to be together.
Through the bad times and bad weather.
I thought we could brave the storm.
But instead you left me to the swarm.

Talking, reading, laughing. We did everything.
But now, we don’t do much of anything.
Sometimes I wonder, back on that day.
You didn’t speak to me. Were you going away?

I didn’t know it then. Guess I missed the sign.
I tried everything, you know, to make you mine.
I know things were rough, and I know times were tough.
But now I wonder. Was I not good enough?

Then the day came. You cast me out.
When you walked away, I couldn’t shout
I think part of me knew, I had been betrayed.
I just wish I knew sooner that you would fade.

One day I will love,
and it will be radiant!
One day fiery passion
will singe my veins!

One day I will love,
and it will be decent.
One day muted strings,
and a monotonous melody.

One day I will love?
And will it be dreadful?
One day a knife,
and blood on the ground...