If tears were gold
I would amass a fortune
If tears were gold
Would you have beat me more
If tears were gold
My life would have value, need not to be shortened
If tears were gold
You might have abused me to the core
But tears are not gold
So it’s my sad reality
That I am now broken
By my own lover’s brutality
And as my last tear falls down to the ground
This blooded knife will symbolise
My newfound peace, so profound.