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
8 BAR
INSTRUMENTAL
BREAK
WHAT HAVE I BECOME
MY SWEETEST FRIEND
EVERYONE I KNOW
GOES AWAY
IN THE END
YOU COULD
HAVE IT ALL
MY EMPIRE
OF DIRT
I WILL
LET YOU DOWN
I WILL
MAKE YOU HURT
I WEAR THIS
CROWN OF SHIT
UPON MY
LIARS CHAIR
FULL OF BROKEN
THOUGHTS
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
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 WILL KEEP MYSELF
I WOULD FIND A WAY