Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

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

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

This fairy's 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 starting her own blood to write the feelings that she knew.
Now the is full and there's so much left to write.
Carves the meaning of her story on her and swears that she's alright.
It makes me see the in a completely different light,
I hate to see you hurt but whatever helps you sleep at night..
It's scary asking all the places you've been
When rings aren't the only things that are piercing 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 your arrow towards 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 have to go through this yourself,
all you've got to do is ask for

The funeral was silent, sky was
Cast over cloudy and a less than sunny past.
Sent shivers down our backs as whipped our spine
shoulder to shoulder in a large circular line.
Preacher words from a bible, every one read
If God loves all his children you have 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 were much more than monumental
You are living proof that life isn't gentle...
But you have own touch have so much left to give
So many to say and so much more life 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 as we made our way home
To scribble I survived on your headstone.