他傷害了自己。他的痛楚,他的虛妄,他的實相。在忠於自我的路上,他傷害了自己。他讓自己失望,他會讓他們失望。他會讓你失望。他傷害了自己。現實傷害文學。文學吞噬現實,傷害他,讓他失望。在一個無字可寫的時刻,他終將憶起那些沒能再回想的事。you could have it all, 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
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 shit
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
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