I 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,
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 liars chair:
Full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair.

Beneath the stains of time,
The feelings dissapear.
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 will keep myself,
I would find a way.