Because I can still say
I miss you daddy.
Do you even think about what you've done?
How about all the good times that we used to have
I know they were not always the best
But they were the best we had.
Now suddenly I notice that you don't care at all
And I find it quite funny
To say - I miss you daddy.
All of the years have passed now
Soon or later, they've grown dead somehow.
All of the memories are thrown in the graveyard
And you haven't brought flowers
To respect what used to be.
Just tell me, please tell me
Daddy do you even love me?
1 kommentar:
Fint skrivet gumman, förstår att de känns skit :( Minns när ni bodde i skäret allihopa och allt var "bra", de var tider då vi alltid umgicks och jag kom till dig då min syster skulle rida i skäret. Älskar dig och finns alltid för dig, de vet du <3
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