here he is  my best friend, standing tall for my affection  holding on  no one's here, and it's good for my complexion  how sweet it is  just waking up, and facing acts of desperation  what can it do  to my life, but give him strength in unfamiliar places  let it go...  so i try,  to comply, when all my mags are in the basement  i'll turn the lights off  and i'll contimplate my next impression through  not a day goes by, that i still rely, on facing my addictions  you'll never understand, just what it's like,  to compromise, your own safety - and i know  the pressure builds up day by day  it's not real love alone they say  and not much more than i can take    and so i ask - will i lose my sanity  time will pass - it's only human kind  not too fast - one more wasted fantasy  so make it last - cause it's my private time    why should i  stand aside, revealing all my hiding places  the closet door  is open wide, it's killing all my concentration  when i fantacize, i try to close my eyes, and think of all positions  animalistic pleasure, is building pressure, untill the end,  now i can't breathe - and i know  somehow i've made it  i'm always frustrated  a model condition  takes hold of me, and i know