Hurt

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.