On Your Shelf

It's been over for a while now. You said that yourself. Then why do you keep me sitting like a long forgotten toy collecting dust upon a shelf? Jealousy that another might actually want me and I'd become a treasure? Or does keeping me on your shelf in misery simply bring you pleasure? Regardless of the reason If it's over then it's done Let me go and leave me be Find happiness somewhere else I'm tired of living restlessly upon your lonely shelf...