Grobanite Makes Me Think Of A Type

I Hate Birthdays. It's So Funny, People Always Come Up To Me, "hey! It's My Birthday!" But When It's My Birthday, I Don't Want To Talk About It, I Don't Wanna Tell Anybody.

I Was The Boy Who Liked To Sing His Own Songs At Talent Shows, And I Was Suddenly Officially Uncool.

Let Me Fall. Let Me Climb. There's A Moment Where Fear And Dream Must Collide.

Every Day I Lugged My Backpack Through The Halls, Waiting For The Final Bell. Then I'd Race Home And Hole Up In My Room, Playing The Drums And The Piano, Composing Music.

I'm The Depresso Guy On Holidays.