There was a kid named Felix Snyder in our civics class who was different. He slept through most of the day, painted his nails black, and most importantly, played guitar like there was no tomorrow.
There was a kid named Felix Snyder in our civics class who was different. He slept through most of the day, painted his nails black, and most importantly, played guitar like there was no tomorrow.
A poem describing why I love listening to sad music for its soul healing.