Narcissism At Its Finest

I may falter on a few steps, but my eye is on the goal My spine is made of solid gold, my heart is made of stone My limbs have gone limp with heat, my body growing heavy My eyes are bloodshot, filled with tears, and yet my pace is steady I remember what I came here for, it pushes me ahead My conscience is long gone for now, the path I leave is dead My mind quivers at the thought of you, my vision starts to blur But the prize I see in the end is: me, and the souls that I have hurt.