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How many times will I be forced to beg

For attention that's rightfully mine?

How long?  How long?  Must I sit in the dark

And wait for your true love to shine?

The need in me is like a bruise

That never quite gets healed.

And every rebuff or harsh-spoken word

Goes straight to the pain as I reel.

A rhinestone is never a diamond.

And brass can't turn into gold.

So why do I search for acceptance and love

From a heart that is withered and cold?