you are alone like a scarecrow which yearns for birds
you will be forgotten like an old book which has never been read
you are tired like a notebook which can't hold the ink on itself anymore
you will collapse like one last ripped up letter
you are wounded and always will be
you will hug your wound into your bed every night
you are alone like an old street covered by leaves
you're offended like an ocean which leaves its own fishes to the ashore
you don't have rain like an old tree without its history
you don't make a sense, like a ferris wheel which makes children scare
you're alone... like the scarecrow...
you're tired... like Istanbul...
you'll be collapse... like a wall...
you'll be forgotten... like every lonely one...
you're alone... like a forfeit...
you're tired... like Istanbul...
you're offended... like a child...
you'll be forgotten... like every lonely one...