Luyện nghe bài hát Bruises

I stop thinking about cutting myself up
Visual can be covered with makeup
But to the core I'm all bruises
My little whore these excuses

How can this be
Your programmed all of those lies
What do you tell yourself our situation
How can you at yourself
Without having sort of revelation

How do you live with
How could you possibly someone like myself?
The saddest part though, is, I would you back
You've turned me into spineless hypochondriac

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

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

I am not an child
I don't run hot nor
But for some when it comes to you
I smile at the of hurting you

I at the thought of watching you die
I off the image of making you cry
I off the feeling of, of having you need
I lick the illusion of you bleed