just a perfect weekend, im a lucky girl having wonderful friends.

i hate the morning
i hate the morning
mourning

wake up, it's christmas mourn
those loved have long since gone
the stocking are hung but who cares
preserved for those no longer there
six feet beneath me sleep

"ben yagmuru gozlerinde bulbulu dillerinde gunahi bedeninde taniyip da sevmisim
donmuyor yedi cihan esirin olmus zaman sarabi dudagindan icip oyle sevmisim"