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