What Breaks My Heart Is Suffering Of

I Grew Up In A Pretty Tough Neighborhood. I Grew Up Around Drugs, Alcohol, Prostitution, I Grew Up Around Everything, And I Think Part Of Seeing That From Really Young Has Made Me Really Steer Very Far Away From It In All Of Its Forms.

Mozart Would Play A Counterpart With His Left Hand While Using His Right To Mock It. It Was Blue, Dark, Shadowy - And It Made Me Feel Something. That's When I Realized Music Was Inside Me.

The Desire To Play Has Always Been In Me. I Remember My First Experience At About Four Or Five Of Really Dying To Sing And Dying To Play That Came From No One Telling Me To Do So.

No One Will Take Care Of You If You Don't Take Care Of Yourself.

No Matter How Far You Are. No Matter How Long It Takes Him. Through Distance And Time I'll Be Waiting.