Windup Doll

Sitting on the shelf Without a key He came along And decided to play with me He took me down And dusted me clean Put the key in my back Wound me up to be seen I danced for him My little dance But I guess it wasn’t enough I needed another chance He took out the key And put me back on the shelf I decided it was time To change myself I changed my dance Because mine wasn’t good And he took me back down Just like I wished he would But he didn’t like this dance either And I didn’t want to change But somehow I transformed anyway My whole life rearranged So this pattern continued And I would try to impress For whenever he put that key in my back I tried to dance my best Now years later My paint has been chipped My gears worn down A good life I have been jipped Yet he continued play I was worn down to my last bit But he didn’t notice And I had, had enough of it He told me to dance And put the key in my back But I could not dance any longer I had too many cracks He put me back on the shelf To let dust collect He broke his little doll What did he expect? He threw her in the trash Now put away from it all Lay the key and the broken pieces To this little windup doll