I hurt myself today to see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain, the only thing thatīs 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 liarīs 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.