You look nervous…
Is it the scars?
You wanna know how I got ‘em?
Come here…hey…
look at me.
So I had a sad moment, its so beautiful… like you… who tells me, I worry too much, who tells me I oughta smile more…
hmm. I just want me to know that I don’t care about the scars, about the pain…
So…I stick a razor in my mouth and do this… to myself. And you know what?… Now I see the funny side…
Now i’m always smiling…
regards…
