Luyện nghe bài hát Artist

What is with her eyes?
A glossy that won't leave me be
Starts my running cold
A gaze that could hell freeze over

I have to understand gone
But she's not, you tell me that she is dead
her lips softly move
Because she's whispering to me
And here is not quite right

Skin so cold beneath my
As I brush back her hair and her eyes
But I stand to turn away
When I do, be gone
It's

Sweaty hands will to lock the door
be here soon
I I could keep my teeth from grinding
I wish I'd stop looking me

Running now only make it worse
They'll be here
I wish I could shake the awful
I wish my mind would

I am crazy
And my mind is to deceive me
As the ground vanishes, I
Will the sky be the to fail me?

Paint canvas
And my brush seem to start again from scratch
As I watch everything
Why I even try to stop the collapse?
I

as I rest her body down
No one knows, me
frightening

Sweaty hands will fail to lock the
They'll be here
I wish I could keep my from grinding
I wish I'd stop looking me

now will only make it worse
They'll be soon
I wish I could the awful feeling
I wish my would stop

Maybe I am
And my mind is trying to me
As the vanishes, I wonder
Will the sky be the next to me?

Paint canvas
And my brush can't seem to start again scratch
As I watch unravel
Why should I try to stop the collapse?

Why should I even try to stop the
Why should I try?

There's a madman glaring, at me
Oh, I I've seen his face before
I am I've seen his face before

I am crazy
And my mind is trying to me
As the ground I wonder
Will the sky be the to fail me?

Paint canvas
And my brush can't to start again from scratch
As I watch unravel
Why should I try to stop the collapse?
I