Hurt
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 can not repair.
Beneath the stains of time,
the feelings disappear.
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.
Johnny Cash (v.)
