Music Became A Healer For Me.

Music Became A Healer For Me.

There's A Desire In Me To Express Something - To Match What I Hear In My Head.

Would You Know My Name, If I Saw You In Heaven?

The Thing About Pessimism Is That In Most Cases It's Nothing More Than A Front Behind Which A Body Can Hide Its Most Sweetful Yet Painful Hopes. Please Forgive Mine.

I Tried When I Was 13, When My Grandparents Gave Me An Acoustic Guitar, And I Tried For A Year. It Hurt So Much To Play. I Mean, The Fingertips Hurt So Much, I Gave Up.