Luyện nghe bài hát Like Angels On The Verge Of Suicide

the dust clears off the box full of hopeless
the lock looks old and rusted
i should've burned this box along all the others
you has been the hardest part and i'm not sure i wish to remember
at all.

like angels on the of suicide
i turn my head and shed a
and fall for seems like a thousand miles
until i hit the cold cement floor your feet

dont me up because
my brittle bones cant withstand another touch your hands
i'll get up on my own and i'll burn box
the fire look good glistening off the curves of your face