Your blood it runs through my veins, or my veins encapsulate your blood. Either way we are a necessity to each other. I need you, you need me. We complete each other, can't you see? Only my walls are thin and delicate and you pulse through them with such force, you used to brush them softly and take such care, everything has turned violent now though. My wall is slowly deteriorating and soon there will be nothing left. People say it's good to let your walls down - what's good about opening your heart up for disappointment, hurt and dishonesty? Just all I ask of you is... Please don't take the blood from my veins?