Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

Starry eyed explorer another flag to drop
In the form of pills to conquer her America.
One to the head; a tight grasp towards her pocket:
An archetype for innocence diamond eye sockets.
No interested in soft words or sonnets,
Only cares the war she's lost and when she'll find her coffin.
Will any words be in the granite to whisper her legacy?
A legend in her own terms Athena's 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 we will find a body if we're lucky
Label her a and another helpless junkie.
But I can see better, past black and shades
Into the gray area in which her lays
I don't think I can her, but I hope that I'm led to
That lonely girl just begging to be rescued

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

This broken wings don't flap like they used to,
diaries in angels' dust but the meanings misconstrued.
And her pen bled all the ink that she could use
She starting using her own blood to the feelings that she knew.
Now the page is 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 yourself but helps you sleep at night..
It's scary asking all the that you've been
When rings aren't the only things that are your skin...

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

You don't have to go this yourself,
all you've got to do is ask for

The funeral was silent, sky was
Cast over cloudy hearts and a less than past.
Sent shivers down our backs as whipped our spine
Standing shoulder to shoulder in a large line.
Preacher said words from a bible, one read
If God loves all his children you have been adopted
Placed in a foster home self esteem depleted,
Practically given up at birth, now I hope you can see that
The mistakes that they made were more than monumental
You are living that life isn't always gentle...
But you have own touch have so much left to give
So many things to say and so much more to live
We buried the body so nobody 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.