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 is for him to love me..
elsku krúttið mitt, ég get ekki hætt að hugsa um þig. ég get ekki fundið orð.. en ljóðið mitt segjir kannski pínu hvernig mér líður.. ég missi andann útaf þér og kikna í hnjánum. þú ert allt, en ég er ekkert.. ég elska þig
.. Gréta