You were my world.
The reason for my motivation.
You feel like you must step on my dream
because they take time to bring dollars.

You want me begone-
away from the world
away from all, I treasured.

Yet, I had hope
I really had hope
that one day
you would change and
see me as a human.

I'm wrong.
You will never.
Goodbye, my precious tears,
to grief that's useless to others.

Let's go our ways.