حال منو ابرای باروونی یجورن...

 گاهي دلت از سن و سالت مي گيرد

ميخواهي کودک باشي

کودک به هر بهانه اي به آغوش غمخواري پناه مي برد

و آسوده اشک مي ريزد

بزرگ که باشي

بايد بغض هاي زيادي را بي صدا دفن کني...

I’m sick or you, I’m sick of me

I’m sick of what we’ll never be

…again

I’m tired of feelings, I’m tired of pain

I’m tired of playing the same old games

Again…

I’m sick of me, I’m sick of you

I’m sick of remembering all we’ve been through

I’m tired of problems with no solutions

I’m tired of stories with no conclusions.

-You used to be my reason to breath, love blinded all the lies

why couldn’t I see whats underneath?

Why can’t I live with good-byes?

I’m sick of hurt, I’m sick of pain

why should I live if there’s nothing to gain?

I gave all I have to give,

I need you in my life to live

Again….