I'm A Thinker Not A Talker.

Sometimes You Stumble Across A Few Chords That Put You In A Reflective Place.

I Can't Keep My Fingers Out Of Any Pies.

I'm Really Quite Bipolar, And The Depressed Times, When Everything Felt Like Night, Sometimes You Get To Such A Low Point That You Physically Beat At It Until It Bleeds - As You Would Say - Bleeds Till Sunshine.

If I Never Wake Again, I Certainly Will Have Lived While I Was Alive.

I Usually Don't Agree With What I Say Very Much. I'm An Awful Liar.