Ayaklarım karıncalanıyor
Saçlarım kafamdan ayrılmak istiyor
Ayaklarımın ağrısından değil
Başımın ağrısı
Ruhum da yorgun bedenim de
Bıkkın vucudum
Bunalmış kafam
Bedenim ölmeli, ruhumu götürerek
Ne yapmalı bilemiyorum
Yaşam çözüm üretir mi ağrılarıma

Öyle Misin?

Sigara değilsin ki kadın
İçime çektikçe tükenesin
Duman değildin ki kadın
Ciğerlerimde bir kısmın kalsın
Ve benim değilsin ki kadın
İstediğim zaman yakayım...

High,really high

 Money can't buy passengers. Because they leave their masks. They are pure like little girls. Their world is everywhere. World is fair according to them. The only problem is that they are not fair enough to live. They are selfish as it was stable ''i''. They pick cards for living that game. Priviliges are included. The only thing which civil is the shouts behind the drama. It hurts but it deserves that pain. Their homes might be bright unless they are lack of homes. As quick as life goes, the only way to stay in it is to follow the disco ball. It is not complicated to remind, disco balls only include fun and the most akward thing to do is to think more and more. It might feel bad, it might be heard like a mistake. However your being brave, does not count. Because not anything more than streets say the reality. Trust means streets to me. That only counts magical chase of them. Endless and magical chase of each other which lies are not included. Even if now an alarm rings in your mind, the only thing that can guide is nothing more than your dreamworld.