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 dirt.
I will let you down
I will make you hurt...

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
I am still right here

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


¿Por qué no se me ocurrió antes darle una oidita a Johnny Cash?