|This was me.... a happy, rising
| ...admired by my friends, and adored by
| ...until I met the one that would change how
I looked at women completely...
| ...before her, women were a past time. Love
was just a word I heard in a song...
| ...she introduced me to new ideas; to new feelings
and emotions I never felt. I just couldn't get her to
feel the same way about me.
| Eventually, her mask came off. Lies and
infidelity tore us apart.
|I soon lost myself. My behavior became very erratic...||...and how did I cope with the pain? More
women...more partying... her memory
remained present... like a ghost
|...nothing I did ever could fill the void of losing her.|
| I've watched as pieces of my soul have escaped through each wound. I'm
not the same person I was before.
The boy has become a man. And as a man, I must endure this journey to repair each hurt, learn from the mistakes I've made, and become a better person. But no one should travel this road alone.
You coming with me?
|...so I turned to my faith...and my music for healing.||Life's traumas have dealt me some serious blows.|