Today was a day with a slight mind adjustment.
A hint of intoxication really clouded my judgement.
I continued without a thought and did cause some ruckus
I've scarred a friend for life
and it gets harder to stomach.

Today was a scandal and now it's too late to go back.
I have done the wrong thing and I cannot believe in the lack
of judgement, in myself;
I don't think I can stand it.
A needle with ink against skin
cannot be fixed with a bandage.
It's the shame that will be the permanent damage.
And the longer he has it,
he will realize how he had once taken
that body for granted.