She had the needle dancing in her eyes
And poison living in her veins
She was boiling her life away a spoon at a time
I can still hear her voice crying
On the other side of the phone
She just wanted one more ride
Before starting a brand new tomorrow
I can remember tracing the scars on her back
Thick and deep like wings
A history note left behind from a previous love
She liked the idea of dying
And often gave into trying
...
I loved her then...
...
Listening to the tears and apologies  on the other side of the phone
She wanted help
A better life
A better tomorrow
But the needle dancing in her eyes
Kept taking her on that one last ride
More poison than blood dancing inside
And I collapsed to crying
Last time I remembered
Tracing the scars on her back
And I couldn't stop thinking
Has she given into the trying...