Luyện nghe bài hát Bruises

I can't stop thinking about myself up
Visual bruises can be covered makeup
But to the core I'm all bruises
My whore gives these excuses

How can this be
Your brain's programmed all of those
What do you yourself about our situation
How can you look at
having some sort of revelation

How do you live with
How could you possibly hurt like myself?
The saddest part though, is, I would you back
You've me into some 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
just pull you by your hair
I just from time to time
And then love you in the meantime
It'll be just like
be your girl you'll be my whore

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

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