Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Silence

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

I had my and lows
When on top, I let you out over my nose
on my shoulders 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 from feeling
I the dirt...Kept it piling up
Now Mr Feel Nothing saves his tears of a cup
and he drinks. And he forgets he's an asshole
Jealous of his and doubts that he even has a soul

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'd settle for one goodbye kiss while I settle for less
I'm unsettled at best. Sulking while abandoning
my companions intelligence...conversing with baby talk
Playing with mind games. with playful thought.

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

not

I've got mud to sling...

Shot.