You think so I am guilty?
When I saw her, she was breeding me.
All starts with that,
Then whole world mad at me,
I know there is nothing left to turn back,
Something's have to change,
From birth till death.
Whole world with their blindfold.
Nothing hurts me more than,
Being a ghost in their eyes.
Such as hide and seek,
Count down ten,
Finish line zero,
With that feeling over you,
None heartbeats around,
None breathe sounds.
Over you happiness,
Turn into emptiness.
When they are callin' me "faggot",
God knows that I am not guilty.
I'll put a smile on my face,
And I'll keep reminding myself,
When we were young,
We did mistakes,
We can't get over it.
You think so I am still guilty?
When I saw him, he was tearing,
Through that picture of me smiling.
All ends with that feeling,
Of loneliness, pain and torture.
Yeah, I was guilty.
Jail was my life,
And before that,
Whole world was punisher for me.
I was guilty with who I am.
You think so I am still?
No, I am not.
Being a ghost in here,
All that will happen to everyone.
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SENİN İÇİN / FOR YOU
PoetryEvet, hepsi o gün başladı.Zamanın durduğu yerde, işte benim başlangıcım hüküm sürdü.Onu tanıdığım ilk andan beridir benim... İmkansıza inanırsanız eğer; şiirlerimi bu yüzden yazıyorum, içimdeki acıyı söndürmek için. Kendisi her ne kadar aşkı bil...
