Luyện nghe bài hát Bruises

I can't stop thinking about cutting 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 brain's programmed all of those
What do you tell about our situation
How can you at yourself
Without having some sort of

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

Now I tend to every emotion
I'm just so caught up in this I
this hazed proprtion.

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

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

I smile at the of watching you die
I strive off the image of you cry
I feed off the of, of having you need
I lick the illusion of watching you