for friends

"...I wear my 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,"
from "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails