Sittin’ in an armchair, With my head between my hands; I wouldn’t have to feel like this If...

Still can’t recognize the way I feel (I feel, I feel). Nothing of what you said to me was real. And...

Keep on looking through the window again, But I’m not sorry if I do insult you. I’m sad, not...

If you, if you could return, don’t let it burn, don’t let it fade. I’m sure I’m not...

And now, it’s all the same to me, So be whatever you want to be, And go wherever you need to go. Ve...

You’re so pretty the way you are. Olduğun gibi çok güzelsin Ve hiçbir sebebin yok Bana bu...