Hey Man, I Gotta Straighten My Face.

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.

Comfort Comes Into Your House First As Guest, Then As A Host, Then Finally As The Master.

Would You Carry A Razor, In Case, Just In Case Of Depression?

I'd Rather Stay Here With All The Madmen Than Perish With The Sadmen Roaming Free.

I Don't Like People Probing Into My Life, So I Reveal As Little As Possible Or Lie About It As Much As Need Be So As To Give Them Something To Write About.