I hurt self to- day to see if I still feel I fo- cus on pain the on- ly thing that's real The nee- tears a hole the old fa- mil- iar sting Try to kill it all a- way but I mem- ev'- ry thing What be- come my friend Ev' ry one I know goes a- way in the end And you it my em- pire of dirt I will you make I wear crown of thorns up- on my li- ar's chair Full of brok- thoughts I can not re- pair Be- neath stains of time the feel- dis- app- ear You I am stll right What be- come my friend Ev' ry one I know goes a- way in the end And you it my em- pire of dirt I will you make If I could start a- gain a mill- miles a- way I would my- I would a way