Hurt

1. 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.

R: 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.

2. I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar's chair,

full of broken thoughts I cannot repair.

Beneath the stains of time the feeling disappears,

you are someone else, I am still right here.

R: What have I become, my sweetest friend?...

If I could start again, a million miles away,

I would keep myself, I would find a way.