Hurt.

"...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...

...If I could start again,
a million miles away,
I will keep myself,
I would find a way..."