Ski King -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 cannot repair. Beneath the s