Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

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

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

This broken wings don't 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 using her own blood 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 world in a completely light,
I hate to see you yourself but whatever helps you sleep at night..
It's scary asking all the that you've been
When rings aren't the only things are piercing your skin...

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

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

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