Needles

Why is it so right for you. But so wrong for me. You aay your life's a bore. So now I must be a whore. I'm bored all the time. But I'm still doing just fine. I don't need a needle to live. Now you do only to believe. I want to tell you that I know. But its to late for that though. Your poems are so soothing. But why are you still using. Sometimes I want to take your arm. And clear you from all that harm. I ask you to show me it. And I look away and have a fit. Don't you know that if its a bad high. That you could just die. I can't stand the thought of losing you. Because I know that your love is true. Without you in my life. Would cause me an undying strife. You gave me reason to wake up in the morning. But my biggest dear is that I will be in mourning. I get worried when I don't hear from you. Only because I love you the way that I do. You are always on my mind. And my thoughts are so hard to find. If you say that you get high. Then I'll go and die.