And so, like a broken toy, you lay there abandoned.
You thought the days of youth and beauty would last forever
You built your playhouses in the sand
With no thoughts about the encroaching waves
And when those pretty little castles laid destroyed under your feet
You just built others and believed it would always be this way
The fellows,of your bright youth, would line up and admire all those pretty things you offered
But, sooner or later growing bored with superficial charms they moved on
Some grew up and learned to seek out more substantial prizes
Others toyed with one pretty little doll after another, until they like you, lay disillusioned, broken, old, and forgotten.