I hurt myself today to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing thats real. The needle tears a hole; the old familiar sting, killing 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 liars chair: full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair. Beneath the stains of time, the feelings dissapear. I am someone else, And 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. If I could start again, a million miles away, I will let you down, I would find a way.