Luyện nghe bài hát Out Of Touch

up the pieces.
Listen until it in, or at least until you go crazy again.
to show you understand.
The more you have a fit, the I back away.
Tie those loose up.
The ones that you to have cut.
Why you fucking go?
Why don't you show me how you are?
Hey, am I out of
The things I do to keep your shut.
I have mistakes they take the shape of flesh and blood, and even a name.
It's the truth that would tear your right out.
You know, I calle dlast night just to tell you I tied those ends up,
the ones you seemed to have cut.
Every moment you bitch, that this is your shit.
The play affects me less
not that I understand it doesn't have to be stringing someone else along.
minimize all I want.