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, that old familar sting. Try to kill it with the pain, but I remember everything. What have I become my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end. And you can 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 liars chair, full of broken thoughts, that I cannot repair. Beneath the sands 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 can 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.
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