Hundredth - 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.