I hear birds

Dying young and I'm playing hard
That's the way my father made his life an art
Drink all day and we talk 'til dark
That's the way the road doves do it, ride 'til dark.


I fucked up again.

I know you don't want to hear ' i'm sorry ' , but i hope you know i am, and i don't know why i did what i did. Or put you through what i put you throught, but i fucked up.


Jag älskar dig så mycket att jag inte vet vart jag ska ta vägen längre


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