Til Rikke.

I wish, I could take it back,
you have to know, I regret.
But there’s nothing, I can do,
‘cause it’s already said.
I know, I’m the one to blame,
nothing will ever be the same.
I’m not asking you to forgive me,
and I know, that happy you wont be.
I’m asking you to let it go,
let it rain, let it snow.
Let me forever know,
that you hate me so.
I deserve it, for everything I did,
and for everything I said.
May the devil take my soul,
and never let me go.

hvor er det smukt! [l]

Det er meget smukt.
Du skal vide, at jeg ikke hader dig og vil aldrig komme til det.