Once I was a golden cup,
How I stood upon the podium
Raising my arms in the air,
Smiling so big my mouth hurt.
When I was golden, I was the best,
Everybody wanted a peice of me,
Everybody wanted to hold my hand,
Wanted to be my friend.
I was so popular that people were awed by my presence,
I was so cool, so clean, so perfect,
When i was the golden cup,
People cared.
But Im not the golden cup anymore,
Now I sit dusty and cold, wrinkled and frail,
And all I've left are the mermories,
Of when I was the golden cup.
