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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