Intro

It’s been too long

Since he last picked me up

Is it true, has he left me on the shelf?

Why am I the only one Incomplete and bare Clad in this red thing

What’s it supposed to be?

Verse 2

All those toys are better off than me

I mean, look at Bella

See how she twirls and dance

Look at Jack in his charming box

But I’m not like them all

Maybe Jack is right

Who do I think I am?

I’m long forgotten

Sigh