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 hold. 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 feelings disappear. 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.