Tears
My tears are cheap, there are so many.
As common as a dirty penny.
It matters not what path I choose,
Fight to the death, I still will lose.
Extend a hand to pull it back.
Love me for ten, then completely retract.
My tears are cheap and of no worth.
They salt this dismal, slow moving earth.
I cry today, I cry tomorrow.
If you could, give me a smile to borrow...
For I don't know why I fly and fall...
Perhaps I wasn't meant to fly at all.
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