Jan 28, 2005 23:26
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 whole.
The old familiar sting.
Try to kill it all the way.
But I remember everything.
What have I've 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 lair's chair.
Full of broken thoughts.
I cannot repair.
Beneath the stains of time.
The feeling's dissapear.
You are someone else.
I am still right here.
What have I've 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...