Like a rose trampled on the ground

So now she's done with it;
she's finished her game.
The fun was the past,
but the smile always stays.
Of course! Why not? She's just a soft toy.
So she's done with it; she leaves it on the ground.
But the soft toy lies there, still with that smile.
She walks away; in fact she runs
Cos she's just found a new one
in which she finds fun.

The soft toy stares back, still with that smile.
Its cloth is torn; its black and dirty.
The image is fading, its owner is gone.
She comes back with a new toy, clean with no torns.
It stares wearily, up from the ground.
There's nothing to do, except to smile.

That was the past; there's no coming back.
The memories are there; its hard to forget.
The tears flow down; it tries to hold back.
To see its owner walk away, with a new bear.

The bear smiles back, to where it lays.
The owner sees it, her smile fades away.
There's no wish, of her taking it back.
Its smile just don;t appease her, like it used to had.

So now she glances; it is her last time.
Never again, will she rewind those times.
She's got new memories to form, with her new bear.
And so the soft toy will just lie there.