Luyện nghe bài hát Muchhausen Syndrom

Whatever the in black does
Her hands are covered by silk
She's a lady that looks stylish
No one knows she lives in misery

Sometimes when she's alone in her
in her soul she experiences her inner pain
It starts running up'n down the floor
Suddenly it

She then cowers in a position
And begins on her fingernails
Then continues by cutting up her already
And stunted hands a razor-blade

She pounds her tortured bloody fists on the
Unable to feel the pain we would
At the end she cries out for all she's
Making her to her seventh day

Indifferent she to bed or watches tv
Not knowing that in
She shares that misery with many
It

Year for
for month
Day for day
Hour for

she was a child
Her gave no love
when she was sick
Everybody took of her

And now she's
It's still in her mind
It returns - n - again
And it

for year
Month for
Day for day
Hour for

she had problems as a teenager
Her parents no help
But when she had an
All care of her

And now she's
still deep in her mind
She's controlled by muchhausen -
and damned to death