Today I hurt alone
To see if I was still able to hear
I focused on pain,
the only real thing, the needle makes a
hole the old familiar sting
which seeks to eliminate everything
but I remember everything,
What have I become?
my sweetest friend everyone I know
are left at the end
and you could have it all my empire
mud
leave you I'll
sick
I brought this crown of thorns
the chair of those who lie to me
full of broken thoughts
(that) I can not repair beneath the stains of
time
the feelings disappear you are someone else I am still
here What have I become?
my dearest friend
everyone I know have gone to the end
and you could have it all my empire of mud
'll take you down I will make you hurt
If I could start
a million miles from here,
controlling me, I would find a
so
Johnny Cash-Hurt (in Italian translation)
... you know, I know, not a piece of literature, but ... it is poetry
... you know, I know, not a piece of literature, but ... it is poetry
