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...