One night, you held me, Then you pushed me and pulled on me, Opening me, closing me, Lifting me up, shutting me down.
I'm not your toy, your play-thing, Your distraction when you're bored. You can't pause me like a game, Press play when you've nothing Better to do, nothing better on offer.
You want me, I'm yours, But only until you break me More than you can mend.