Cracked and broken on the floor

Like an over-used CD

That got stuck on the sad song

So that's all it'll ever be

A million little scratches

Of things you said

Until that's all I can hear

Replaying in my head

Even with the best intentions

And the greatest care

Constant use will always give

The best wear and tear

Or maybe it's not usefulness

That's been called into question

Maybe there's something else

To be said in confession

Perhaps it's more practical

Than I'd like to admit

Why keep me

If he has a new favorite?