Selection 9

Sometimes you want to be alone, console yourself with lies. Sometimes you want to be strong. Overcome obstacles and do what you want. Sometimes you just want to cry, you relax a little when you cry... Sometimes you wait for a little sign.

Believing that the time you've been waiting for has come. Sometimes you want to reveal secrets.

I'm trying to reduce the burden on your back. Sometimes you want to scream What's inside akıtmak. And sometimes you want to laugh, be happy, even if it's a lie."

"I saw that you could be happy without me, you could laugh, you could even live without me as if nothing had happened. I put up with it, I'm used to it. I'll never forget it. I was going to carry it in my heart, but I realized, I accepted the fact that feeling broken in me that day it wasn't cancer wouldn't hurt me for the rest of my life. But I've never hated you, so much so that if you go out on the street, I'll want to hug you and kiss you again as nothing happened. I don't know if I should be ashamed of myself.

I don't know if you should be ashamed of yourself... "

"Our problem is not to agree. If we talk, we'll make a deal. If we listen, we'll find a way. But we don't need to understand, we don't need to listen, we don't need to solve problems. We choose to make all relationships a struggle, to be right, to be happy. So we avoid understanding. Because understanding requires action."

"I'm in pain. I'm rotting. I want to be the man they want, but I can't. I apologize to my friends, my relatives, my boss, my wife, my children. I'm sorry I'm not the man you want me to be, they can't hear me."

It's winter, but my blood is boiling. Maybe this imbalance is exhausting. I'm not questioning, I'm not trying to find anyone's "goodwill."Just waiting, waiting for Spring.."I always miss him..."I never held his hand, I never confronted him, he never looked at me, but I miss him.

Sometimes I get dizzy in songs dönüyor. And then he looked at me.

It would be a shame if you didn't dream. I already have a few seconds, but then I don't.

I taste it little by little, and I miss it.

I miss him like mountains.

Remember when they tried to reach the sky?.

It's exhausting not knowing the smell at all.

If he comes, if I smell him, if my heartburns.

But the lady is resisting.

I miss it, I miss it, and the future is approaching step by step...