18 February 2013

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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