Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone knew she was a special young
From her neighbors to her
Some her a prodigy, others called her a genius
It was amazing the way she could play the
It made it for people to believe that she only ten
But behind every brilliant mind lies a monster
This one just so happened to be her
See was sick, he'd get a rush by playing touchy touch
And telling her to keep it
It was his secret way of that he needed someone he could trust
Fucked her head up, saying if Momma was alive she'd be so of us
So she'd hide the to die
But if you paid attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes
Walking around in the real hell
No one would ever she'd have such a story to tell
Afraid to go home, afraid to talk, of crying
She was too young to know why

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

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

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