Luyện nghe bài hát Making Mirrors Extinct

4 am,
2 car garage,
she sat with headphones on,
tears black,
a compact,
she's curled up on a couch,
night,
herself.
she said,
i could never get
this way,
these shoulders, legs,
i mean, on,
look at face.

she to blow up
all the factories,
and reflections 'round the world,
but til she'll keep it all locked up
behind doors,
mumbling to with her pain,
the next best thing,
to making extinct

in her
a wall of dreams,
with models clipped magazines,
thin,
with airbrushed
inspiring an girl to
think up tricks and cut
wiping off her lips she stepped to the
stumbling, and shaking, her,
her fell frail

she to blow up
all the factories
and reflections 'round the world
until then she'll knock her knees
to the cool floor
and the bathroom sink,
it's the next best
to mirrors extinct.

well it all to a head,
shards,
arms,
and beds
the comes in and says
"i know you're going through"
and the says, "no, how could you have a clue?"
so the doctor rolls up her
and the girl faded scars
that read a poem
not alone

see, i wanna blow up all the factories
and shatter reflections the world,
but until i'll talk to girls and then i'm reassured
i'm not in how I think
the next best thing
to mirrors extinct