you seem tired,lie down if you want
dont act like you love any more while there is time
a few wounded soul,a few bottle of beer
there are these in our hands that cant enough for to be happy
our lies are nice,to belive is pleasant
bir sey sevmeye degerse olmeyede degermi(if something is worth in love,is it worth to die too?
a few sleeping pill,a few jeolousy crisis
there are these in our hands that cant enough for to be happy
that isnt enough for to be happy
some lies was nice
some realities were tragic
some deaths were long
all of lifes were short
we had worked,lost,ran,tired
we had been not to touch eachother without drinking
a few heart pain,a few helping wanted
there are these in our hands that cant enough for to be happy
that isnt enough for to be happy
some lies was nice
some realities were tragic
some deaths were long
all of lifes were short