Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone she was a special young girl
From her neighbors to her
Some labeled her a prodigy, called her a genius
It was amazing the way she could the violin
It made it for people to believe that she only ten
But behind brilliant mind there lies a monster
This one just so to be her father
See was sick, he'd get a rush by playing touchy touch
And telling her to it hush
It was his secret way of loving that he needed someone he could
Fucked her head up, if Momma was alive she'd be so proud of us
So hide the desire to die
But if you paid close attention you could see the in her eyes
Walking around in the only hell
No one would ever think she'd such a story to tell
to go home, afraid to talk, afraid of crying
She was too to even know why

And everyday she'd go to the with a message in a bottle saying
'Please, God me I don't wanna live to see tomorrow'
Each day she'd scrounge for a shred of hope
Just to wish the bottle would afloat
But single solitary day, the bottle seems to sink
I know why but the bottle always sinks
She never sees it happen, but the always sinks
Now only the bottom of the knows what she really thinks

She made violin sing with so much pain
You could almost hear her through the strange vibrations
What was once sweet and
Is now riding with the father
Chose to probe the of the pure and sacred
Her instrument was her only
To express the infinite abuse in depths
At night the footsteps crept to her door and she'd begin to and weep
And with tears rolling down her cheeks she's she was asleep
the nightmare was over, and the sun dawned its light
She'd retreat to the place she always did
Rip a page from her diary, and write with all her
Then send it off into the current, determined to find a way to

Being a of her daddy's hands for so long
She the will to move on
of picking up her violin to hide from what's wrong
Exhausted, but strong
She tried to play the bright side, but couldn't herself to make
but sad songs
Sick of that sick feeling that stays in her
Sick of waiting for a rescue by who found one of her bottles
Sick of daddy's little secret
She got up at the crack of day and her violin into pieces
Then proceeded to walk towards the river a plan
Only this time the diary and was in her hand
Just walk with herself, away the hell
Not at the river bottom lied all the cries for help
It was weeks before they found her body
Some reeled it from the water
like something from a detective
Diagnosis: suicide, stemmed from
Was where she drowned they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles