Hurt

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-Gthing.

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 Dcrown 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-Amappear
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