ég ætla bara að fá útrás hérna því ég fæ hana ekki annarsstaðar :/.. In my dreams, I run my fingers trough your hair, to me it seems, You've never and never will care Yhe pointless depression, because of you, in my mind, and the reckless obsession of looking for something I can't find no hope left at all In my torn and broken heart, I still continue to fall In love with no end or a start the faithful soul I always had, full of laughter and glee, be greatful father, before I go mad all I want...