If the good guy wins in the end,
why am I hanging by a thread?
If love fills the lonely,
why is my heart boiling
with desperation?
If what’s right happens in the end,
why does everything I do crumble
as sand between my fingers.
If nothing gold can stay,
why do you?
Stay.
Why do you stay?
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