Luyện nghe bài hát Memories

Its Chapter III, in what i hoped was a story.
Ive every self help, every pill, I've washed down with a sorrowful taste
But no, maybe tomorrow, i'll up without my self-hate
feeling low, until then though, i'll just sleep the day, wishing my life away

There's just memories
And I myself growing old
The sun down
And the gets cold
Year by year old
I built this broken
by brick
I make myself
I'm searching for
It's name I'm screaming

Mercy me, this is not what I to be
Well I finally down
I stay inside barely breathing for
So no tomorrow,
I'll wake up my self hate
Feeling low all I is
This is not what I

There's just left
And I myself growing old
The sun comes
And the gets cold
by year growing old
I this broken home
by brick
I make sick
I'm for meaning
It's your name I'm

They say when you're
You always be broken that way
say, I'll be okay,
But I'm not feeling
say that they know best
That it's to forget
just memories left