Luyện nghe bài hát My Own Private South Oaks

The weight's been slipping for days.
Sleeping on the and trying hard not to breathe,
it seems this might be unravelling me.
I up just in time
to my friends fall apart.
I fear I've been for far too long.
It's not the silence haunts;
the dark.

So I've counting the missed steps
and scrawling them all
in a notebook marked chances
I used to around.
It was mostly sketches of skies
and a few places that I've been;
the number of a fellow tortured soul
I know I'll call once I learn to let in.

Restart. Rewind.
Reframe the to a legible size.
Stand straight. Don't
the bloodstains you wear so with pride.

like healing ever need a reason...
They're only me the good things,
any more bad news they just might me dead.

Focus on
time to go heal on your own.
on anything.
Restart a heart than bone.

Second memories,
and all those I watched in awe.
Always slipping,
now I'm again.

For and for weeks, (Focus on this.)
never lose again.
Never time watching it all. (Focus on anything.)
Strengthen the that have kept me whole.
Focus on
Take time to go heal on own.
on anything.
Restart a heart than bone.