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.
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.
If I could start again a million miles away I would keep myself, I would find a way.
plaza de las cañas :D