Feb 17, 2004 20:48
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.
Tried 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 shit,
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,
well I would find a way.