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 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