Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Silence

Had I known then I know now
Had I thought now what I then..
I might still be
with all the little fix-ins
As I fix and vixens vick souls
Stitch clothes for the characters they play then roles
Nail me to the cross
The cloth costs less
I'd toss
if I still had soft breasts to rest my head on
you've been gone
I my issues with problems and hate
but I can't exactly remember the or make
Now bottles break in my death grip
I'm about to take the quick exit and end this head trip
My bed is of its blankets, comforters, pillows and sheets,
but I might have to peel off all my skin to remove scent in order to sleep

I had my highs and
When on top, I let you peek out over my
Sitting on my and I suppose if I had a backbone,
you still be here
My is filthy..
from my lows when you weren't there. But to keep feeling guilty
I the dirt...Kept it piling up
Now Mr Feel Nothing his tears inside of a cup
and he drinks. And he forgets that he's an
Jealous of his ghosts and doubts that he has a soul

My pleasures have my inner demons gossiping
I'm a ghost writer for the horrorcore my personal mosters sing

I'm sitting in a tub..
with all my clothes on...shivering...considering the of love.

get half of what I have to give...IF THAT
It's all the packaging. They're distracted by the gift rap.

Predictable. to manipulate
They're foreshadow puppets and I'm waiting for strings to break.

The pillars that once held up my halfway house have taken out.
I'm in my last now. There's a change coming soon.
I just want to crawl back into my womb
I need a zone,
But obviously I need to another home
To call my own...and always to
and I it to be you

I sit and stare, zone out, a lot and never sleep,
memories to remember and then I forget to eat.

Went to the you used to live on, staring at the bedroom window of your old home
puppy eyes...waiting for God to throw me a bone.

I'd settle for one more kiss while I settle for less
I'm unsettled at best. Sulking while settlements
Insulting my companions intelligence...conversing with talk
Playing with mind games. Rehearsing with thought.

Its the way we fought that my blood bubble then turn cold,
when you made me walk rain and mud puddles down a dirt road.
it left me so
me..

not

I've got mud to sling...

Shot.