Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Silence

Had I known then I know now
Had I now what I knew then..
I might still be
with all the little fix-ins
As I fix sins and vick souls
Stitch clothes for the characters they then switch roles
Nail me to the dress
The cloth costs less
I'd less
if I had your soft breasts to rest my head on
Since you've been
I recalled my issues with problems and
but I can't exactly remember the or make
Now bottles break in my death grip
I'm about to take the next exit and end this head trip
My bed is stripped of its blankets, comforters, 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
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 from guilty
I the dirt...Kept it piling up
Now Mr Feel Nothing saves his inside 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 mosters sing

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

They get half of what I 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 up my halfway house have been taken out.
I'm in my last now. There's a change coming soon.
I just want to crawl 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,
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
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 abandoning settlements
Insulting my companions intelligence...conversing baby talk
with mind games. Rehearsing with playful thought.

Its the way we that made 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

got more mud to sling...

Shot.