I took the place of the doll on your window sill
I was never good enough when you grew older
Thrown aside, a mere childish trinket
So I watch you stumble out of bed in the morning
And watch the sun set on your face
Content with my place
Happy to be here at all
But the tears still fall when I see the boys
Half drunk and naked, rolling across your sheets
I close my eyes, and imagine it's me
But I'm yesterday's news
And I've been replaced by hard bodies
With tanned shapely men, not boys
As my stuffing falls out and colors fade
I used to be your favorite
But some where along the line you grew up
And decided you were too mature for such things
But I'm still watching every morning
When you wake to find your men gone
I watch your tears fall
And I wouldn't imagine every leaving you.