Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

Starry eyed found another flag to drop
In the form of loose to conquer her America.
One straight to the head; a grasp towards her pocket:
An archetype for with diamond eye sockets.
No longer interested in soft or sonnets,
Only cares about the war she's lost and when she'll her coffin.
Will any words be in the granite to whisper her legacy?
A in her own terms utilizing Athena's jealousy.
It's sad to see the day when the sky falls this:
Clouds retreat to avoid the crash but the comets not miss.
In the crater we will find a body if we're
Label her a and another helpless junkie.
But I can see better, past black and white
Into the gray area in which her lays
I don't I can save her, but I hope that I'm led to
little lonely girl just begging to be rescued

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,
Writing diaries in 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 is full and there's so much left to write.
the meaning of her story on her skin and swears that she's alright.
It makes me see the in a completely different light,
I hate to see you hurt yourself but helps you sleep at night..
It's scary asking all the places that you've
rings aren't the only things that are piercing your skin...

You're having dreams now, so there's progress to
The road to recovery is plagued with and missteps.
I am here to you if you ever start to trip
And guide your arrow towards all the targets that you've missed.
You can ask for anything, I'll do I can
So be hesitant if you need a helping hand.

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

The funeral was silent, sky was
Cast over cloudy hearts and a less sunny past.
Sent shivers down our backs as whipped our spine
Standing shoulder to shoulder in a large line.
Preacher words from a bible, every one read
If God loves all his children then you have been
Placed in a foster home your self depleted,
Practically given up at birth, now I that you can see that
The mistakes that made were much more than monumental
You are proof that life isn't always gentle...
But you your own touch have so much left to give
So things to say and so much 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 scribble I survived on your headstone.