I hurt myself today to see if I still feel,
I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real.
The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting,
try to kill it all away, but I remember everything.
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 feeling disappears,
you are someone else, I am still right here.
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.
If I could start again, a million miles away,
I would keep myself, I would find a way.
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