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 would keep myself,
I would find a way.

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