One day at a time,
One sound pouring through my ear,
All I can do,
Shaking my hand through,
That glass in the backseat,
Without saying goodbye.
One day at a time,
We met with scarlet color staircase.
Perhaps, one reason you should stay.
Quite following eyes,
Through that glass in the back.
All I can do is talking my every day life,
You should know I am not comfortable,
With my pride.
You should remember,
That December night was bring seperation.
Shady days left in my hand.
Oh boy...
I gave my all.
I don't even have that smoke,
To write your name,
Through that glass in the backseat.
I don't even have that breathe,
To expiration.
Without saying goodbye,
Somehow, all I can do is spectate,
My eyes were blindfolded,
With my broken pride,
And all I have that glass in the backseat,
Without your name on it,
Alkın.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
SENİN İÇİN / FOR YOU
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