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