THURSDAY

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 shit

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 and I am still right here