oh that makes me so sad, i'd kiss you better if i could.
i'd tell you to stop if i could. i'd make a difference if i could. i hope you know i would.

you make me cry. but that's okay. there's something comforting about crying.

i hate razors too. let's take some pumpkins radio, from an old guestbook somewhere...

Razor in my hand
Nine little lines in someone's hand
Shot down from this group
I wish for something and I know it isn't home

Razor in my hand
Six little lines in someone's hand
Lay down, rest your head
You reach for something, and you feel something sting

Razor, razor, razor, razor

Want it
Now you rip apart who you are
Deliver
Yeah, you deliver who you are

Oh, razor
My little razor
Oh, razor

i'm sorry

don't you apologize, i forgive you. i hope that doesn't sound as stupid to you as it sounds to me.

i'm sorry

i'm going to stop now, todays entry has been suspended due to sadness.

g'night

i'm sorry, still sorry