I am not happy as much as you think
New song begins as the bottle is finished
The scenario rewinds, there is tons of stone in my back
I don't care little things, runners scare me
I am confused, my eyes got purple.
The fake love inside me increase day by day
I kneeled and road is covered by ruckus.
A bitch doesn't have right to sadden me this much
Since i am posioned by love
I am addicted to rhymes, they thinks that I am Mecnun(an epic character)
You don't listen even if I am saying that I am not this kinda person
I hope he, who undressed you, loves you more than i do
I barely hear that you say "You again?"
I won't care anymore if you will disappear inside me
I did a plan with my way and i passed tens of traps
I found myself in a desperate situation with so little things
Cold of your absence breaks my fingers
Beside that, is "Do you love me?" a question?
Who could know that problem of your existence will bore me?
Even if you have not problem, you always have comment
What i cannot explain is what yo cannot understand
It is like that a half is hanged to suspense, you were half
Since you settled inside me and went,
Yesteray is today, today is lie, the woman you love is tomorroe
Hello bro, i'm in love with your girlfriend
I am looking for you- if i find, your lover will mourn
I am dangerous as much as a train whose machinst died
Do you know about Mecnun? I am his resurgened body
I am drunk since i saw you with her
Neither my mom saw me like this before, nor i saw myself like this
It is with you for 20 years, but who cared your ghost?
Blood ,which soked my shoulders, now washes my body.
You worshipping others make me more addicted to you
Maybe i can forget with a box of historical drug
Desperateness which is collected insede me will explode to you
My God, double my trouble
You are like insomnia, you are with me evey moment
There is snow outside, belive that my left side is unstable
My useless fingers are most objective objects
If you want, make others comb your hair
I am supossed to be a model to our children
I am useless to even myself, am I supposed to die?
Is road so long or is life short?
Now tell me that who i am and who you became
I cannot recognize anybody, it is not their problem
I have tons of iron in my bag
Things you saw are not fog, they are smoke, i am burning, you can be happy
I became a cloud which smells like you, watch at your balcony
I am a jerry-built ship, your absance is storm
I left tons of troubles with smoke
Maybe it is reason why my face is red to love
Desperateness came from my left to my back
Don't smile to me because I exist without you
My hearth is so big
My hearth is far even to me, it is close to only you
Hell is best description to what i feel.