"Back in the day, and once upon a time, when I was 14 and 15, I used to
suit up in my courderoy pants, (don't mind my spelling) one of my many
Alice in Chains shirts, slip on my little black army boots and head on
down to a cafe in the next town where I played acoustic guitar and sing
songs I had writen.
I decided maybe I should share some of my dark, forboding croonings of
rebellion with you!

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Want has brought me here,
I can taste the salt from my own tears.
I step into this, and now I'm gone.
The shadow hides me from the wronged.

And I have have become,
All the pain that I've been running from.
And I have nothing left to lose,
I stagger toward the path I choose.

A lovely moon, a broken note.
It's burned the book, of fears I wrote.
Can't say what pulls me toward my grave,
Though it took much more then what I gave.

And I have become,
All the pain that I've been running from.
And I have nothing left to lose,
I stagger toward the path I choose.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Valnuary, in the year 353 AF.