"asıl sahibini hiç bulamamış eski bir mücevherin, kendisine tanrı kadar yabancı bir cepte yol alışı gibiydi otobüsün arka tarafında cama kafasını dayamış yalnız halim."
he was mine but not really.
i never really had him so i never really lost him.
i guess this is how we will always be,
i had him and he had me but then again there is no us. *