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
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