Needles.

You’re running out of needles,
They’re broke or clogged.
They’re your only friend.

The deadening feeling they give.
Your self destructing before every one’s eyes.
Yet no one seems to care.

Your needles are you only friend.
Your veins, they’re collapsing.
Yet you don’t seem to feel.

Your time is running out.

You’re clinging to the bottle.
Ten days to get clean.
The withdrawals, they could kill you.
Your intoxicated, you can’t see straight.

Alcohol is your only friend.
Your liver is shutting down,
Yet you don’t seem to feel.

Your time is running out.

Your falling so far down,
And I don’t think you care.

Some one cares; and they’re falling apart,
Because your time is running out.
They’re doing all they can.
Falling apart on their own.
But you don’t seem to care.

Your needles and booze,
They seem to be your only friend.

Your time is running out.

You’re falling apart inside.
You’re broke and alone.
Breaking down,
You’re falling down.

You have no friends,
They druigs and the booze,
They’re killing you ,
And you don’t seem to mind.

You’re alone.
Because your time is running out.

The needles, they’re broken and clogged.
The booze, the withdrawals could kill you.
Ten days to get clean.

Some one cares, but you don’t.
Some one cares, you’re running from the world.
They’re crying a bit inside.
Because your time is running out.

-Fallon Laymon
4-7-2009
[for brent. I <3 You brent.]