bartering

I’d cry a river of regret
If with tears I could forget
A lump of shame stuck in my throat
Reminds me of worse things than hope

I pushed through like a martyred saint
Damning warnings for restraint
I thought I had enough to pay
But the price went up each time I gave

You should have told me, you could’ve have said
There’s just no way to raise the dead
All this bartering for time and hope
When all along the store was closed

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