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 diesappear, 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.