lördag, januari 20, 2007

Hurt

I hurt myself today
to see if i still feel.
I focus on the pain,
the only thing thats 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 liars chair:
full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair.


Beneath the stains of time,
the feelings dissapear.
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 will keep myself,
I would find a way.

1 kommentar:

Anonym sa...

Hittat tillbaka till din blogg efter ett antal veckor. Kul :) Jag är stolt över dig raring och jag vet att du för ditt bästa! När det gäller allt! *kramar om*