Vincent The Dragon

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.