Why did you do this to me?
I've been smoking since you left me.
I count backwards.
Not in my dreams,
My nightmares.
Since you left me,
I've seen nightmares.
The boy on the right corner,
With his brown trench coat.
Yes, I've seen this nightmare.
The boy with a suitcase.
Last words I have,
Which turned lately beeing speechless.
Praying for the boy.
Wish it was just a nightmare,
Not real as well as your eyes.
Not a life I had.
Ends with tragedy.
Maybe not always.
Once,
The boy was ready to go.
Plane was white.
The boy with a brown trench coat.
He is ready to go.
I ain't me.
Since I saw you in the window,
Tears poured to the floor.
Once,
Sadly farewell.
The boy with a brown trench coat.
I am on my knees.
While tears and everything speechless.
You should know,
The boy with poetry,
Falling for the boy with a brown trench coat.
Everything I had,
Just for temporary lie.
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SENİN İÇİN / FOR YOU
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