If my tears were golden,
Would they be worth more to you?
If my heart was crystal,
Would you finally see it through?
If I could be worthy,
Would you change your mind?
Perhaps if we saw the same horizon,
You might change your sign.
From one of protest,
To one of neutrality.
You’ve never been shy,
In expressing quixotality.
Eventually there may be someone,
Someone who isn’t you.
And on that day I might actually be happy,
Instead of dreading these feelings like I do.
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