sit back in my hell, camera shots and photographs. drunk
and swaying across the floor. sorry you caught me off my
guard, i was waiting for a means to an end, there comes a
time for everyone.
he pulls himself together only to fall apart,
whispers in his sleep "i've lost forever.
what have i accomplished here?
what do i have left? only a means to an end."
he asks himself "i can't control myself when i feel this
"another drink to soothe my nerves is all i need."
my beautiful friend, you weren't always like this.
if you need a friend or a place to call on call on me