[Verse 1]

^CI hurt ^Dmyself ^Amtoday to ^Csee if ^DI still ^Amfeel ^CI focus ^Don the ^Ampain the ^Conly thi^Dng that's^Am real ^CThe needl^De tears a^Am hole the ^Cold fam^Diliar s^Amting Try t^Co kill i^Dt all a^Amway but I r^Cemember ^Deverythi^Gng

[Chorus]

^AmWhat have I ^Fbecome? My s^Cweetest f^Griend ^AmEveryone I k^Fnow goes a^Cway in the ^Gend ^AmAnd you could have it a^Fll My em^Cpire of ^Gdirt ^AmI will let you d^Fown I will m^Gake you h^Amurt

[Verse 2]

^CI wear this ^Dcrown of ^Amthorns up^Con my l^Diars c^Amhair ^CFull of bro^Dken thoug^Amhts ^CI cann^Dot rep^Amair ^CBeneath the ^Dstains of ^Amtime the ^Cfeeling ^Ddisappe^Amars ^CYou are so^Dmeone e^Amlse ^CI am s^Dtill r^Gight...

Johnny Cash - Hurt