A Means To Your End

I'm not a lover, I'm not a friend
All I am is just a means to an end
I never was one to play it safe
And I know that this will hurt me in the end

The never ending stories
That you always loved to hear
They are all now forgotten
Like sailors lost to sea
And all those pretty moments
The ones you ask of me
I'm all out of juice now baby
There's nothing left in me

I'm now hanging on by a thread
There's no point in hoping, I know the outcome
If you could only grant me just one thing
For once you'd know what it means to be me

The never ending stories
That you always loved to hear
They are all now forgotten
Like sailors lost to sea
And all those pretty moments
The ones you ask of me
I'm all out of juice now baby
There's nothing left in me



Credits
Writer(s): John Tsiakopoulos
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