Another long night, pacing the floor, Running the numbers, weighing the war. The offers pile, the doubt sets in, What’s the cost of loss—or the price to win? I built this empire, stone by stone, Yet I stand here now, still alone. The road ahead or the open door? A sea of troubles, or something more? To stay the course or cut and run? The crown weighs heavy, the damage done. Echoes in the boardroom, whispers in the dark, They all want answers, but I’ve lost the spark. Exit strategy—do I hold or fold? A king without a kingdom, a story untold. Do I fight for the dream or let it go? Is this my rise or my final show? Exit strategy—what’s the cost of pride? If I sign the papers, do I still survive? Buried in the weight of what I’ve made, Is there honor in the exit, or just the blade? Every offer’s a dagger pressed to my chest, A promise of freedom or one final test? Golden handcuffs, iron chains, Both roads paved with ghosts and pain. I see my reflection in glass and steel, A shadow of fire I used to feel. If I walk away, do I break or mend? Is this the fall or the start again? To stay the course or fade to black? I climbed so high, but can’t turn back. The ink’s not dry, the deal’s not made, What dream may come if I just stay? Exit strategy—do I hold or fold? A king without a kingdom, a story untold. Do I fight for the dream or let it go? Is this my rise or my final show? Exit strategy—what’s the cost of pride? If I sign the papers, do I still survive? Buried in the weight of what I’ve made, Is there honor in the exit, or just the blade? I see the ghosts of what could be, The shadowed halls, the legacy. If I leave now, do I betray The ones who bled to pave the way? Exit strategy—no turning back, A final act, fade to black. No one tells you how it ends, Do you lose the crown or just pretend? Exit strategy—the dagger’s edge, A throne of glass or the razor’s ledge. Buried in the weight of what I’ve made, I take the step—who fades, who stays? The ink dries, the silence calls, One step forward, one last fall. To stay, to go, to rise, to run… The crown lies heavy. The deed is done.
