Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Silence

Had I then what I know now
Had I thought now I knew then..
I might be human
with all the little fix-ins
As I fix sins and vixens souls
Stitch clothes for the they play then switch roles
Nail me to the dress
The holy cloth 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 model or
Now glass bottles in my death grip
I'm about to take the next quick exit and end this trip
My bed is stripped of its blankets, comforters, and sheets,
but I might have to peel off all my skin to remove your in order to sleep

I had my and lows
When on top, I let you peek out my nose
on my shoulders and I suppose if I had a backbone,
you might still be
My is filthy..
from my lows when you weren't there. But to keep from feeling
I collected the dirt...Kept it up
Now Mr Feel saves his tears inside of a cup
and he drinks. And he forgets that an asshole
Jealous of his and doubts that he even has a soul

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

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

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

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

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

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

Went to the street you 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 goodbye kiss while I settle for
I'm unsettled at best. Sulking while settlements
Insulting my companions intelligence...conversing with baby
with mind games. Rehearsing with playful thought.

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

not

I've got mud to sling...

Shot.