Luyện nghe bài hát Bruises

I can't stop thinking cutting myself up
bruises can be covered with makeup
But to the core I'm all bruises
My little whore gives these

How can be rationalised?
Your brain's programmed all of those
do you tell yourself about our situation
How can you look at
Without some sort of revelation

How do you live yourself?
How you possibly hurt someone like myself?
The saddest part though, is, I take you back
You've turned me into some spineless

Now I tend to every emotion
I'm so caught up in this I cannot
Grasp hazed proprtion.

Alright now be fair
I'll pull you by your hair
I kick from time to time
And then love you in the meantime
be just like before
I'll be girl you'll be my whore

I am not an child
I run hot nor mild
But for reason when it comes to you
I smile at the thought of you

I smile at the thought of you die
I strive off the of making you cry
I feed off the feeling of, of having you
I the illusion of watching you bleed