That Damn Needle

The love I have for you will kill me.
You still find a way in my dreams.
It's over 2 years that I've been free.
You and I were not as good as I believed.
I remember how embarrassed I'd be
If anyone ever saw the marks you'd leave.

I remember the first time we met.
The little room at the end of the hall.
I was curious, excited, scared almost left.
I had no idea that you'd be my downfall.
You rushing through my veins made me wet.
A moan escaped my lips, best of all.

I was instantly hooked from the jump.
I remember trying to hit myself for hours.
To think it all started as one little bump.
Ended with a needle in an arm, ours.
Took me a while to finally trump,
I gave you up, but I still receive "Flowers"

I wish you would just leave me alone.
I can taste you when I think about it.
My veins all pulsate, almost to the bone.
Even almost 3 years later, I think 1 more hit.
I want to so bad like your part of my soul.
If I touched you again my life would call quits.