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 way?" "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
