ŞARKI SÖZÜ
I blame myself, for not ignoring you
for guys like me, it's just the brutal truth
No relationships, without boundaries
or snobby rules of credibility
If i had found you soner
maybe you had found me saner
She dons a nice and sparkling red top
figure hugging soft to touch
black and baggy trousers
to facilitate
whiping of records
on her teenage but
Breathing, bleeding
I close my eyes and wonder why
She's really gone (i close my eyes)
We never fought, no harsh jwords,
We got along (we got along)
It's over, why don't you believe me
it's hard enough
She's what i eat, she's what i
breat and sleep
