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,
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 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.
Tenía demasiado sueño como para saber apreciarla como es debido.
