Prognosis
Every bond I thought was eternal strong
Was so ephemeral to the other
They treated me like a popular song
I was the rhythm and not the lover
I am the misunderstood
The temporary gain for a temporary good
Ah idealism, the cost of you!
The world is full of lonely people today
But none like the altruist
None like him inflexible in belief.
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