Used Needles and Pin Pricks

Used needles and a pin prick
disgusting habit makes me sick
knowing that he is sat right there
with his sleeve rolled up, his arm bare

injecting that stupid drug into himself
damaging his already poor health
the whole of his days, spent totally high
but really inside, just wanting to die

I'm sat here and I cry for him every night
well hes as high as a kite
I wish he could know hes not only hurtin himself
put the drugs back on the shelf

through and through, we are both totally alone
me and him always on our own
thing is we are both the same,
playing our own little death games

both wanting to die and get away
always praying for a better day
but today is tomorrow and tomorro is today
wishing the pain and hurt would blow away

one day maybe we can be together
and flow light and free like a feather
because we aren't the strong, we're just the weak
looking out the window, everythings bleak

but you know one day we will both be glad
for the friends that we had
I only wish right now we could look up the sky
and scream in silence and to our pain shout goodbye

*I don't need to mention your name, but you know this is about you. dedicated to you, because finally I think you're happy, and you deserve no less*