November 19, 2010

another million

If I had a penny for every tear I cried,
I’d become a millionaire tonight.
With this money I'd try to win you back.
I’d buy you roses, a fancy dinner and a star.
But what’s the point?
Everytime I’m empty pocketed you fly.
Leave me to cry.
Just to make another million in a night.

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