I've hurt myself today
to see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain,
the only thing thats real.

The needle tears a hole;
the old familiar sting,
killing 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 liars chair:
full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair.

Beneath the stains of time,
the feelings dissapear.
I am someone else,
And 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.

If I could start again,
a million miles away,
I will let you down,
I would find a way.