Strata

I am just a needle in your arm.
I am just the skin around a scar.
I am like a pill to help you heal.
I was only trying
To make you feel something.
I will
Breathe fire,
Never stop to think about myself.
I'll just keep holding on
To everything for everybody else...
You wasted every chance you ever had.
So when did you give up
And grow so sad?
You know that I can't push the world aside.