I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm
He came around
And he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know
Or seem to care
What your heart is for
I don't know him anymore
There's nothin' where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothings right
I'm torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn
So I guess the fortune tellers right
I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
But you crawled beneath my veins
And now, I don't care
I have no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can't touch
I'm torn
There's nothin' he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right
I'm torn
Song- Natalie Imbruglia
Sanirim bu sarki hislerimi cok iyi anlatiyor. Hayat hayal kirikliklariyla dolu, o kadar coklar ki, heryerdeler, herkesteler. Her an bi yerlerde birilerinin hayatinda hayal kirikliklari var. Kim kime aglayacak artik. Bilmiyorum. Artik basini yaslayacak bir omuz bulmak da zor. Artik hersey zor.
Bir arkadasim bana dedi ki; "biraz materyalist ol, bosver insanlari, kendine bak, cok yufka yureklisin" dedi, kisacasi yuregine biraz camur sur dedi. Bu imkanli mi? Biz insanogullari hep imkansizi istiyoruz.
Dunya, bilmedigim bir dogrultuda ilerliyor. Ya da aslinda bilmek istemedigim, gormek istemedigim, hele hele hic tecrube etmek istemedigim bir yere gidiyor.
Artik insan olmanin canli olmanin farkini unuttugumuz bir yere gidiyoruz.
