Luyện nghe bài hát Bruises

I can't stop thinking about cutting up
Visual bruises can be covered with
But down to the core I'm all
My little whore gives excuses

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

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

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

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

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

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