fredag 18 december 2009

My empire of dirt

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 you could have it all my empire of dirt

I will let you down I will make you hurt

I wear my crown of thorns on my liar's chair full of broken thoughts I cannot repair beneath the stain of time the feeling disappears you are someone else I am still right here what have I become? my sweetest friend everyone I know goes away in the end 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

1 kommentar:

Ewe sa...

Världens bästa låt typ!:)

God jul på er från oss!