Luyện nghe bài hát If You Live By The Sword, You Die By The Sword

I open my eyes, but I still manage to
This cold bathroom floor, now just feels home to me
I stumble to the mirror, and I naturally start to
But my body's scorned marks, that say "these aren't the last lines that I'll see.."
So please cut string, attached to my wrists
in my shaking palm, I hold this evil in my fist
I relive my pain, with every
a battle field of memories, that just won't go away, for me....
This has tied me down, and the knot keeps tightening
Cause I'm just a puppet, dangling from breaking string
But maybe I'll turn, blade the other way
And roll up my sleeves to let the show my mistakes
So cut this string, attached to my wrists
Buried in my palm, I hold this evil in my fist
I relive my pain, with every
It's a battle field of memories, that just go away, for me....
You couldn't the cut, so now you'll make this cut
You couldn't make the cut, so now you'll make cut
You couldn't make the cut, so now make this cut
You couldn't make the cut, so now you'll this cut
I can't breathe, I'm in need, where's my crimson
No I won't back just to bleed,
Forgive me, I promise stay clean