I've still got your face painted on my heart scrawled upon my soul etched upon my memory, baby And i've got your kiss still burning on my lips the touch of your fingertips this love so deep inside of me, baby
The doctor tells you to push, no matter what, just push. But he's not feeling the excruciating pain you're, all thanks to the small figure holding your sweaty hand.
She talked you into this crazy idea, of course you wanted kids but not like this, to save your wife's career.
But when you give birth to this kinda badass little boy and hears his crying for the first time, held by your first reason to living, well...fucking worth the sacrifice.
Now instead of push you punch the doctor square in the nose.
¨ Sorry, Asperger's syndrome ¨