Luyện nghe bài hát My Own Hands

Your open eyes all my facades
They peer inside, throwing at my throat
I remember day you told me, and I quote,
I've got my own way of doing things, of doing

Hold me close it means something
You're not the one to for anything
Indifference is on the tip of my
But I'll never
My brain left my long ago

Anxious sweat manifests intentions
And I fear I've lost my
She said, "Boredom is the of muses,
But brooding like this is useless"

Hold me close until it means
not the one to settle for anything
Indifference is on the tip of my
But never know
My brain left my body ago

So are you doing?
I'm away
are you going?
I can't say
I'm brushing dust off my
And I'm my life back into my own hands, my own hands
It took me so long to realize that you were the page I fell asleep on

And got my own way of doing things