"The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself."
You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em, but you won't take the sting out these words before I say 'em.
The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself.
Quality starts from the seed, not just the harvest.