Ten Cents
12-5-11
I used to feel such sorrow
For the suffering you’ve seen.
I used to think, inside of you
Was more than what you’ve been.
I understood the walls
That you put up in our way
I used to hope that I could make you stay.
I used to pray for patience
To handle you with care
My fragile crystal package
That was padded with despair.
But the light that you refracted
Was made of blood and black.
I never thought you’d thank me with attack.
Every teardrop that I’ve shed,
Count them, there are thousands.
If they could rain down on your head
It could soak you to the bone.
I’d have gone with you, if you’d let me,
Despite my selfish pride.
But you were leaving, me still grieving,
And like a fool I was still believing.
So now I wish I had a dime
For all the times for you I’ve cried.
I used to dream about you,
That you’d say you were my own.
In my dreams you’d say you loved me
And in your eyes it shone.
But when I woke up to reality
To force another smile,
I knew we haven’t had that for a while.
Every teardrop that I’ve shed,
Count them, there are thousands,
If they could rain down on your head
It would soak you to the bone.
I’d have gone with you, if you let me,
Despite my selfish pride.
But you were leaving, me still grieving,
And like a fool I was still believing.
So I wish I had a dime
For every time for you I’ve cried.
For endless weeks I fought for you
I gave it every try
Despite all the pain you caused me
I thought that we could fly.
But it’s obvious, you’d given up
Didn’t want a happy end.
So it’s up to me to let us not pretend.
No more what ifs, no more could bes
You’ve proved there’s nothing left to see.
And you never let it rest
Still, I’m wishing you the best.
Every teardrop that I’ve shed,
Count them, there are thousands.
If they could rain down on your head,
It would soak you to the bone.
I’d have gone with you, if you’d let me,
Despite my selfish pride.
But you were leaving, me still grieving,
And like a fool I was still believing.
So I wish I had a dime for every time for you I’ve cried.
