Flashbacks

TAAKA vodka, purple harleys, and cigarette rolling trays. The smell of pancakes and pretty summer days, the littlest things Are what triggers the replays Of the horrific day My daddy took his life away In a pool of blood he laid With a hole in his face And his brains sprayed all over the place I loved him more then anything When he passed away Agony came to stay Some say he's in a better place But all i want is to put a hole in my face All of our memories we had create Are now replaced with his pale bloody face I relive it every day That day ia stuck on replay The memory ia here to stay So ill live in constant dismay