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 that 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.

 I will let you down. I will make you hurt. I will let you down. I will make you... I will make you hurt.