Wednesday 28 February 2007 photo 2/3
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-- 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. I 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. 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 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. 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. --
Annons