The Introduction Of Heartache Began As A

I Don’t Know Whose Brilliant Idea That Was, But It Wasn’t Mine, That’s For Sure.

The Bike Went Up In The Air And Landed On My Back. It Broke My Neck, Smashed My Collarbone And Splinters Of Bone Severed My Main Artery. My Lung filled Up With Blood. I Severed My Nerves And To This Day I Have No Feeling There.

The Most Unbelievable Thing About My Behaviour Is That I Was Convinced It Was Entirely F**king Normal.

Suicide Is The Only Way Out.

I Listen To Some Of The Lyrics I Used To Write And I Say, "where Was My Head At When I Wrote That?"