I once was a troubled teenager.
I was the black sheep in my family,
the rebel.

During this time I thought about self-harm,
suicide,
running away,
just finding a way to let it all out.
It was then that I started to write,
and I liked it.

I don't know how to compose music,
which is my first passion,
so I thought I might as well write lyrics.

Many times I thought a psycologist would help me,
but in the end I decided I'd rather be the troubled, insane guy I now am.

Trouble. Heartache. My own demons.
These are the reasons of my art,
and what would be of art without a reason?
Without a meaning?

Some may call me crazy.
Some may call me stupid.
Truth is I like being insane.
Normal is the last thing I wanna be,
because, to me, there's nothing interesting in normality.