I Have A Sneaking Suspicion That All

Hard Times Make You Bitter Or Make You More Compassionate.

Maybe I Could Have Loved You Better. Maybe You Should Have Loved Me More. Maybe Our Hearts Were Just Next In Line. Maybe Everything Breaks Sometime.

I Wanted To Be An Honest Writer And Show My Ugliness As Much As I Showed My Hopes Or Goodness. And That Really Sculpted The Type Of Artist I've Become.

Being Engaged With Life. One Has To Develop A Poet's Eye For Perfect Moments, Moments That Most People Pass By.

Amazingly, I've Been Sort Of An Anomaly In The Music Industry. I Feel Like I've Been Able To Exist As Kind Of A Throwback Artist.