I'm at the end of my wits
But I'm not
I speak and meet
I feel all of you
But I'm tired
And all I can do is see
When I see
Hold your heart
Dear and true
And never let it be free
Just hold it while you're young
Listen to those that love you
Believe in truth
And freedom
And all that gold
Just like me
But be ready
To pay the price
Gold doesn't make that much sense
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 11:35 PM UTC
I'm at the end of my wits
But I'm not
I speak and meet
I feel all of you
But I'm tired
And all I can do is see
When I see
Hold your heart
Dear and true
And never let it be free
Just hold it while you're young
Listen to those that love you
Believe in truth
And freedom
And all that gold
Just like me
But be ready
To pay the price
Gold doesn't make that much sense
