Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone knew she was a special girl
From her neighbors to her
labeled her a prodigy, others called her a genius
It was amazing the way she could play the
It made it hard for people to believe she only ten
But behind every mind there lies a monster
This one so happened to be her father
See was sick, he'd get a rush by playing touchy touch
And telling her to keep it
It was his secret way of loving he needed someone he could trust
Fucked her head up, saying if Momma was alive be so proud of us
So she'd the desire to die
But if you paid close you could see the sorrow in her eyes
Walking around in the real hell
No one ever think she'd have 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 river with a in a bottle saying
'Please, God help me I don't live to see tomorrow'
day she'd scrounge for a tiny shred of hope
Just to wish the bottle would afloat
But every single solitary day, the bottle seems to
I don't know why but the bottle sinks
She never sees it happen, but the bottle always
Now only the bottom of the knows what she really thinks

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

Being a victim of her hands for so long
She the will to move on
Sick of picking up her violin to hide from 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 in her stomach
Sick of waiting for a by someone who found one of her bottles
Sick of daddy's little secret
She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin pieces
Then proceeded to walk the river with a plan
Only this time the and bottle was in her hand
Just walk with herself, from the hell
Not at the river bottom lied all the cries for help
It was before they found her dead body
fisherman reeled it from the water
like from a detective novel
Diagnosis: suicide, from desperation
Was near where she drowned they found about 500 messages in sunken