What have I become,
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know goes away,
In the end.
And you could have it all,
My empire of dirt.
I will let you down.
I will make you hurt.
I wear this crown of thorns,
Upon my liar's chair.
Full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair.
Beneath the stains of time,
The feelings disappear.
You are someone else,
I am still right here.
~Johnny Cash
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