my friend's piece of crap when he was high...

The ground lay desolated. The bed lay cold. The sofa lay untouched, and the old ones stay old. Such a touch of emptiness, can be felt world wide. It is due to human nature, human pride. They can't apologise, nor admit an error. Even though this will free him, and feel free from the terror, Of going home everyday to see himself all alone, in front of the mirror.