I heard myself today, to see if I still feel, I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real.
Then either there's a hole, the old familiar still, try to kill it all the way, 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 entire of dirt.
I will let you down, I will make you hurt.
I wear these crown of thorns, upon my lair'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.
What have I become, my sweetest friend?
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.
