SENİN İÇİN / FOR YOU

MY CINNAMON

Hope, such a beautiful word to give a mean
Even though you buried it, it blooms suddenly
I do had a hope for becoming a piece of your life
Until I decided to burry my soul to the underground
It was like a tease of a lifetime of a butterfly
Too late for breath, too late for live
You were my thrill of it all

In case I closed up my thoughts from you
I stayed up in my shadows
You know the feeling of pleasure
It's same as the noise of wind while you are laying down on the grass
I built my heart with a hope
I do care what I do with pleasure

I recognise you as a sandstorm
Whenever I close up my shutter
You left your piece in me as a dust
Living the truth with you was hard
Like I was the last person on the Earth
And you were blaming me with my loneliness

Tears I bought for my house
It brings shady days, while I was humping the agony of yours
I hang your portraits in my kitchen and in my hall
You were reminding me the smell of cinnamon and whenever you enter my world
You were the reason why I smile

I'll never forgive myself as a pussy
But also you were good at the hit and run
I do learn my lessons
Which I bought tears as nicknack for my house
I do learn, they mean just a temporary love story
And no one doesn't care about your tears

Let bygones be bygones
It's time to write a new love story
Bye my cinnamon