Luyện nghe bài hát Motorcycle (Left With Nothing/Long Forgotten/When It's Gone)

Feeling low, like I'm crack and slowly moving from bending to breaking.
I diluted to avoid the pain, but I give her more than she can take.
I'm only killing the haven, the still asylum I haven't destroyed yet.
And when gone, I'm left with nothing.

This isn't what we counted on. This isn't what we said be.
The fantasy is dead, and I cannot it.
This what we counted on. This isn't what we said it'd be.
The is dead, and long forgotten.

I told her she was killing me and she said she was dead.
Every of emotion fades, and I promise you it'll end someday. I hope.
I'm only hoping that this is common. She's all I'm left with all this fades away.
And when it's I'm left with nothing.

This isn't what we counted on. This isn't we said it'd be.
The is dead, and I cannot feel it.
This isn't we counted on. This isn't what we said it'd be.
The fantasy is dead, and forgotten.

She doesn't need it. She doesn't it.
My optimism is my failure.

This isn't what we counted on. This isn't what we it'd be.
The fantasy is dead, and I cannot it.
This what we counted on. This isn't what we said it'd be.
The fantasy is dead, and forgotten.