Here I am an old pet,
Once new and exciting
Now I am all worn out or, with few things left to explore
Do I get points for loyalty?
Once cherished by the one who wanted to claim me
Now am I just one of many, fading away
Where once I drew excitement
now that place has drawn cold
in exchange for the thrill of one’s imagination
I have lost the position, I used to hold
I am an old ho, what if anything new can you expect from me?
You’ve seen all my tricks and know of my loyalty
It doesn’t equal to a new pet all bright-eyed and promising
I am used and worn and foolish to think that you would cherish me