The Parade Of Heaven's Tears

I passed so many roads, silent streets,

in the rainy cold nights and in the hot mornings.

all my big and small crimes passed before my eyes,

and I thought all those things will be only a big joke.

but all those beautiful soft crimes turned to a big mistake.

they told me it was a big mistake.

I don't know,

I don't remember how it was happened to me.

how can I take it easy when I can't keep it real.

how can you command me when I lose my mind.

let me learn how I can clean my tears from my face.

I passed so many highways, skyscrapers,

and I made some plans to what I should do with myself.

and now somebody tells me I had survived from those days,

but I can't believe about how heaven could be an abyss.

I didn't survive. if my beautiful heaven was a horrific abyss,

I swallowed in that, deeper, deeper, deeper.

how can I take it easy when I can't keep it real.

how can you try to pull the strings when there is no puppet.

let me know how I can recover those things,

how I can send my heaven, back to its place.

I Always Lose My Best !

i thought that had been my last chance to see her,
and that happened again and i wasn't ready to taste that.
it happened and it will always happen.
i don't want to stay here anymore,
she will come with me and i will carry my best things,
before i lose them once again.

Be Happy If You Can

in the feast of friends, she looks straight into my eyes,
i drink and don't pay any attention to her.
this is not what i want.
my friends know who she is,
and this matter bothers me so much.
she wants to live with me, because she thinks i'm always happy,
and i just want to escape from the party,
because i finally know that she is a professional prostitute.

it's too late, she said yes.

I Believe It...And It Always Makes Me Believe !

Through the Insomnia Times,
when i want to close my tired and puffy eyes,
suddenly, i remember everything i had,
everything that i don't have them anymore. i cry.
and this crying is just like thinking.
thinking about why i just cry for my wasted things,
but i didn't laugh when i had them.

through the Insomnia Times,
when i want to close my red & bloody eyes,
i yawn and try to sleep.
maybe i don't cry for my wasted laughs.