I'll admit I'm wrong if you would just improve your opinion of what you think of me.

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 this crown of shit, 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.