I play guitar to allow myself to release shattered thoughts. Crooked spine allows me to sit straight upside down. With tired eyes, I can never keep focus. Broken hearted, leaves misery.
Say I’m crazy, I won’t deny that idea. Say it’s my fault because I’m alone, I won’t deny that either. I wrote a song, you wanted words. I wrote the words. You walked away. To keep it simple..I’m simply disfunctional. 13.4.12
Rembrandt: Elephant (1637)