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 tight grasp her pocket:
An archetype for innocence with eye sockets.
No longer interested in words or sonnets,
cares about the war she's lost and when she'll find her coffin.
Will any words be etched in the to whisper her legacy?
A legend in her own terms Athena's jealousy.
It's sad to see the day when the sky falls this:
Clouds to avoid the crash but the comets will not miss.
In the crater we will find a body if we're
Label her a misfit and helpless junkie.
But I can see better, past black and white
Into the gray area in her mind lays
I don't I can save her, but I hope that 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 don't like they used to,
Writing diaries in angels' dust but the misconstrued.
And her pen bled all the ink that she could use
She starting her own blood to write the feelings that she knew.
Now the page is full and so much left to write.
Carves the meaning of her story on her skin and swears that alright.
It me see the world in a completely different light,
I hate to see you hurt yourself but whatever helps you at night..
It's scary asking all the places that you've
When rings the only things that are piercing your skin...

having dreams now, so there's progress to attempt
The to recovery is plagued with hurdles and missteps.
I am here to catch you if you start to trip
And guide your arrow towards all the targets that you've missed.
You can ask for anything, do what I can
So don't be hesitant if you need a 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 as wind whipped our spine
Standing shoulder to in a large circular line.
Preacher said words from a bible, every one
If God loves all his children then you been adopted
Placed in a foster your self esteem depleted,
Practically up at birth, now I hope that you can see that
The mistakes that they made were much more than
You are living proof that life always gentle...
But you have your own touch have so left to give
So many to say and so much more life to live
We buried the body so 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 on your empty headstone.