It's you I worry about, not me.
You told me the last time I saw you
That the next time I see you
You might be dead.
And then you left.
And I haven't seen you since,
dead or alive.

A message from me,
if you ever see it,
please let me see you alive.
I went after you,
I searched for you.
You were gone.

I want to find you,
but not with a needle in your arm.
I want to find you,
with a smile on your face.

And if by chance
you ever see this,
come back to me.
We will fall in love.
And I can stop worrying about you
and start caring for us.