Why do l fight even though l know l won't beat the war?
My good days stand by the door with crossed arms and already ready to go by the time has come .
My councious frees itself
As your possessive attitude holds me
Before l trap myself in this mistery.
Is this a coincidence ?
But what now , what now?
It can't last like that anymore.
People could die but how could this pain be gone when it is like tattoo that l have had since l was born?
Şule Gündoğdu
