I always knew I'd die young
Loosening the grip on my IV
..the people around me
"why?" .. "why.." fake concern,
dripping from their eyes
...well I've never really been
Happy inside
All I adore is the bottomless needle
A hand full of love wrapped around my heart
I wish you could see, without it the world
is so dark
Empty blue veins, struggling to run
Through me
It's inject or drown in my own misery
My arteries keep trying to hide
..cause the pain of the sharp is
Eating away at my insides
And so I wrap the tourniquet
Tighter then tight
I don't use cause I want to die
I do this because,
I want to feel alive.
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