Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Silence

Had I known then what I now
Had I thought now I knew then..
I might be human
with all the little fix-ins
As I fix sins and vixens vick
Stitch clothes for the characters they then switch roles
me to the cross dress
The holy cloth less
I'd less
if I still had your soft breasts to my head on
Since been gone
I recalled my issues with and hate
but I can't exactly remember the or make
Now glass bottles in my death grip
I'm about to take the next quick exit and end head trip
My bed is stripped of its blankets, comforters, and sheets,
but I might to peel off all my skin to remove your scent in order to sleep

I had my highs and
on top, I let you peek out over my nose
Sitting on my shoulders and I if I had a backbone,
you still be here
My is filthy..
my lows when you weren't there. But to keep from 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 he's an asshole
Jealous of his ghosts and doubts he even has a soul

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

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

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

Predictable. Easy to
foreshadow puppets and I'm waiting for their strings to break.

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

I sit and stare, zone out, think a lot and sleep,
memories to remember and then I forget to eat.

Went to the street you used to live on, 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 abandoning settlements
Insulting my companions intelligence...conversing baby talk
Playing with mind games. with playful thought.

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

not

I've got mud to sling...

Shot.