these are times to kill, to kill
the day i've lost is somewhere inside myself, myself
HER GÜNEŞLİ PAZARTESİLERİ ÖNCE SAKALIMA GİDER PARMAKLARIM. YENİ BİR HAYATA BAŞLAMANIN HİSSİ ONDAN YÜKLENİR GÜNÜN İLK HİSSİZLİĞİNİN TADINI ÇIKARAN BEDENİME. HATTA DÜNYAYI AHESTE AHESTE DÖNDÜREN BİLE O OLABİLİR!
it hurts to feel
it hurts to hear
it hurts to face it
it hurts to hide
it hurts to touch
it hurts to wake up
it hurts to remember
it hurts to hold on
turn my head!
the hurt's relentless
the hurt of emptiness
the hurt of wanting
the hurt of going on
the hurt of missing
the hurt is killing me
turn my head!