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,
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.
you could have it all,
my empire of dirt.
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt...
I wear my crown of shit
on my liar's chair,
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair.
beneath the stain of time
the feeling disappears.
you are someone else -
I am still right here.
what have I become
my sweetest friend?
everyone I know
goes away in the end.
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.
1:11 a.m. - December 06, 2003
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