Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

Starry eyed found another flag to drop
In the form of pills to conquer her America.
One straight to the a tight grasp towards her pocket:
An archetype for innocence diamond eye sockets.
No longer interested in words or sonnets,
Only cares the war she's lost and when she'll find her coffin.
Will any words be etched in the granite to her legacy?
A legend in her own terms Athena's jealousy.
It's sad to see the day when the sky falls like
Clouds retreat to avoid the crash but the 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, black and white shades
the gray area in which her mind 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 have to go this yourself,
All got to do is ask for help.

This fairy's broken wings don't flap like they to,
Writing diaries in dust but the meanings misconstrued.
And her pen bled all the ink that she could use
She starting using her own blood to write the feelings she knew.
Now the is full and there's so much left to write.
Carves the of her story on her skin and swears that she's alright.
It makes me see the world in a 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 aren't the only things that are piercing 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 help guide your arrow towards all the targets you've missed.
You can ask for anything, do what I can
So be hesitant 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 hearts and a less than past.
shivers down our backs as wind whipped our spine
Standing shoulder to in a large circular line.
Preacher said from a bible, every one read
If God loves all his children then you have been
Placed in a foster home your self depleted,
Practically given up at birth, now I hope you can see that
The mistakes they made were much more than monumental
You are living that life isn't always gentle...
But you have your own touch have so left to give
So many things to say and so much 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 smile as we our way home
To scribble I on your empty headstone.