Luyện nghe bài hát Cut Hands The Solution

Hey,
I'll you:
It's
tell you:
You're the right thing
I can see you're
And I know where you've been
But I do know past failures haunt you
Thoughtless remarks you later regret
hard to own up and take the blame
For being a gibbering wreck
So go on be a careless fucking
So you can sit and not-think about
I know gasping attacks and mirror-blood
I about shitbags and shame
I know a more than you realise
A fuck of a lot than you think
I know why you can take a
But not a hug
I know you bite fat banana fingernails
And I know why you'd need to
I know you're a slow fussy eater
And I you don't sleep much
But I'll still tell
It's
And I'll still you:
You're doing the thing
Question: did you ever hurt yourself to make somebody
How often do you to be sick?
You ever wanted something much but never told anybody about it?
Are you such a slug you live without a fucking sundae?
You ever made a bit too fuss over your cuts?
Yes, the will be quite dramatic
If you get the crisscross right
And an exposed piece of bone
Ready for
And in a few seconds'
In a of anal red the poison
And your totally diseased unkempt disgusting excuse of a body
Continues to
Till days after the cutting
The cancer well hello
In between muscle twitches
And clearly white shit
Tinkerboy burnt it out
The little doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about
And just weeks after the
You don't know
How can you imagine
How cheap tears are forgotten
Because there's no kleenex or sympathy
Nobody would a fucking toss
For a quasi-glamour of symptoms
For your Russells
And for atrocious sleepless lucidity
Because if they were provoked?
prefectness and it's all there
No pointless trawling through self-helped books for triggering examples
No more daytime trash or wisdom
At first it not to be working
Til you get imitation of danger
That you can no longer convince yourself it's not working
More and more and
So right now would be a good time for
Who have you ever tried to make
Have you ever on anyone?
What has told you not to tell
My question: I said you ever told on anyone?
Yet I'll tell
It's
And I'll you:
You're doing the thing
More and you wonder if anyone really gives a fuck
Do you feel that:
You talk too
You listen enough
Do you to letting others push you around?
Who's pushing you around
Who's hitting on you
Who's the hitting on you now, kuckle-nicks?
Has he perverted an ethic?
Has he a doll body?
I'll show you what's it not to have hands
And I'll show you how to hold on
show you how to piss on your own bedclothes
And sit in a
You'll learn to while unconscious
And I'll show you the electric
You'll learn the kitty-cut
the privilege of seeing your own blood
I'll let you suck brown-brown and
So you know how so brave
show you the wide-awake nightmare
And now you can buy some fear
So new can you:
Spot a person like me?
Can
a difference between their body and yours?
Can
Imagine a person who like me?
Could
Spot a person who unlike you?
Can
Spot a person how you want to be?
Can
Imagine a person who you'd never to be?
Transferring people is a fucking degrading thing to do to
And one day the you'll that
One day the you'll that:
Cut hands has the
We'll feed you to hungry bird
We'll feed you to every starving
And we'll let them eat fat till full
And will let them drink blood till drunk
As I you:
helping
While I you:
You're doing the right