Ghosts

If you go digging up the past, all you get is dirty.

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I hurt myself today
To see if i still feel.
I focus on the pain,
The only thing thats 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 liars 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.

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 will keep myself,
I would find a way.