we have common past
and more,open wounds
much brightened memories that u make urself remember
the men who run into me everywhere is older than 30
looking which always told i loved u is waiting sth from me
u and ur things which is beated by gravity
and ur name which is always called well
only ur number has been in ur pocket anymore
one taste for everyone
istanbul has jailed u
has recored u in old line
hunderds of thousands of people,my god has always singed this song
istanbul has made u lost
has ruined u medicating
who knows who groaned ur skin which is stretched like drum
if u say 'i need u' i can come at once
if u give up urslef i can love really
when u see my love,it doesnt matter whetere u have won or been beated
if u dont love urself nobody forgives indeed