I [C]hurt [D]myself [Am]today
To [C]see if [D]I still [Am]feel
I [C]focus [D]on the [Am]pain
The [C]only [D]thing that’s [Am]real.
The [C]needle [D]tears a [Am]hole
The [C]old [D]familiar [Am]sting
Try to [C]kill it [D]all [Am]away
But I [C]remember [D]every-[G]thing.
[Am]What have I [F]become?
[C]My sweetest [G]friend
[Am]Everyone I [F]know goes [C]away
In the [G]end.
And [Am]you could have it [F]all
[G]My empire of dirt
[Am]I will let you [F]down
[G]I will make you [Am]hurt.
I [C]wear this [D]crown of [Am]thorns
[C]Upon my [D]liar’s [Am]chair
[C]Full of [D]broken [Am]thoughts
[C]I [D]cannot [Am]repair.
[C]Beneath the [D]stains of [Am]time
The [C]feelings [D]dis-[Am]appear
[C]You are [D]someone [Am]else
[C]I’m [D]still right [G]here.
[Am]What have I [F]become?
[C]My sweetest [G]friend
[Am]Everyone I [F]know goes [C]away
In the [G]end.
And [Am]you could have it [F]all
[G]My empire of dirt
[Am]I will let you [F]down
[G]I will make you [Am]hurt.
If [Am]I could start [F]again
A [G]million miles away
[Am]I would keep [F]myself
[G]I would find a [Am]way
