Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

Starry eyed explorer another flag to drop
In the form of loose pills to her America.
One straight to the head; a tight grasp her pocket:
An archetype for innocence diamond eye sockets.
No interested in soft words or sonnets,
Only cares about the war lost and when she'll find her coffin.
Will any be etched in the granite to whisper her legacy?
A legend in her own utilizing Athena's jealousy.
It's sad to see the day when the sky like this:
Clouds retreat to the crash but the comets will not miss.
In the we will find a body if we're lucky
her a misfit and another helpless junkie.
But I can see better, past and white shades
Into the gray area in which her mind
I don't think I can save her, but I hope I'm led to
That little lonely girl just begging to be

You don't have to go through yourself,
All got to do is ask for help.

This fairy's broken wings flap like they used to,
diaries in angels' dust but the meanings misconstrued.
And after her pen all the ink that she could use
She starting using her own to write the feelings that she knew.
Now the page is full and there's so much to write.
Carves the meaning of her story on her skin and swears that alright.
It makes me see the in a completely different light,
I to see you hurt yourself but whatever helps you sleep at night..
It's scary asking all the places you've been
When rings the only things that are piercing your skin...

You're dreams now, so there's progress to attempt
The road to is plagued with hurdles and missteps.
I am to catch you if you ever start to trip
And help guide your arrow all the targets that you've missed.
You can ask for anything, do what I can
So don't be if you need a helping hand.

You have to go through this yourself,
all you've got to do is ask for

The was silent, sky was overcast
Cast over cloudy and a less than sunny past.
Sent shivers down our backs as wind whipped our
Standing shoulder to in a large circular line.
said words from a bible, every one read
If God all his children then you have been adopted
in a foster home your self esteem depleted,
Practically up at birth, now I hope that you can see that
The mistakes that they were much more than monumental
You are living proof that isn't always gentle...
But you have your own have so much left to give
So many things to say and so more life to live
We the body so nobody could see
The shell of what was and who you used to be
And all you did was smile as we made our way
To I survived on your empty headstone.