Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

Starry eyed explorer found flag to drop
In the of loose pills to conquer her America.
One straight to the head; a tight grasp her pocket:
An for innocence with diamond eye sockets.
No longer interested in soft or sonnets,
Only cares about the war she's lost and when find her coffin.
Will any words be etched in the granite to whisper her
A legend in her own terms utilizing jealousy.
It's sad to see the day when the sky falls 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 misfit and another junkie.
But I can see better, past black and white
Into the area in which her mind lays
I think 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.

fairy's broken wings don't flap like they used to,
Writing diaries in angels' dust but the misconstrued.
And after her pen bled all the ink that she use
She starting using her own blood to write the feelings she knew.
Now the page is full and there's so much to write.
Carves the meaning of her story on her skin and that she's alright.
It me see the world in a completely different light,
I hate to see you hurt but whatever helps you sleep at night..
It's scary all the places that you've been
When rings aren't the things that are piercing your skin...

You're dreams now, so there's progress to attempt
The road to recovery is plagued with 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 hesitant if you 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 than past.
shivers down our backs as wind whipped our spine
Standing shoulder to shoulder in a circular line.
Preacher said from a bible, every 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 were much more monumental
You are living proof life isn't always gentle...
But you have your own touch have so much to give
So many things to say and so much more to live
We the body so nobody could see
The shell of once was and who you used to be
And all you did was as we made our way home
To scribble I survived on your headstone.