Wednesday 2 December 2009 photo 1/2
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Det spelar ingen roll hur hur hårt ni dömer mig för jag dömer alltid mig själv hårdast.
I've got a million excuses to why you died
bet the poeple have their own reasons for homicide
who's to say it would've worked and who's to say it wouldn't have
I was young and strugglin but old enough to be your dad
The fear of being my father has never disappeared
pondering frequently while i'm sipping om my beer
my vision of a family was artifical and fake
so when it came time to create I made a mistake
now you've got a little brother, maybe he's really you
maybe you really forgave us knowing we was confused
maybe everytime he smile it's you proudly knowin that you're father is doin the right thing now.
I never tell a woman what to do with her body
but if she don't love children then we can't party
I think about it every year so I picked up a pen
Happy birthday, I love you however you would've been