I've really been the best, the best of fools


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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 [...] 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.