One Cent and a Lifetime

My tears are dried up,
And my soul is hungry and sick.

For blood to trickle down,
It only takes a prick.

But pain is mearly nothing,
Compared to the hurt you caused.

I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
I'm sorry I have flaws.

But there must be a curse,
That was set on me be birth.

I think I'm to walk alone,
Forever on this earth.

If that's so then you're just a waste,
Of time that's not well spent.

And for your love the costs,
Are a lifetime and a cent.