Like Love, Grief Fades In

As The Tenor Roars His Passion, I Think Sadly Of My Spreading Middle, And His.

With Every Physical Pain, My Moral Fibre Unravels A Little.

The Simple Life Is Not A Simple Life.

If You Should Ever Acknowledge My Existence, I Plan To Snub You.

Don't Stare Into A Mirror When You Are Trying To Solve A Problem.