Here I am an old pet,

Once new and exciting

Now I am all worn out or, with few things left to explore

Do I get points for loyalty?

Once cherished by the one who wanted to claim me

Now am I just one of many, fading away

Where once I drew excitement

now that place has drawn cold

in exchange for the thrill of one's imagination

I have lost the position, I used to hold

I am an old ho, what if anything new can you expect from me?

You've seen all my tricks and know of my loyalty

It doesn't equal to a new pet all bright-eyed and promising

I am used and worn and foolish to think that you would cherish me