Luyện nghe bài hát Pitchers Of Silence

i never held a for that big part of me that died.
i need to put these thoughts to rest. i to find a peace of mind.
i need to piece my mind, find a piece of to rest in.
need to find someone to confide in, and with the i need to start restin'.
needless to say, i hide.
fifteen men shouldn't cry.

had i then what i know now.
had i thought now what i then...
i might still be
with all the little fix-ins.
as i fix sins and vick souls,
stitch clothes for the characters they then switch roles.
me to the cross dress.
the cloth costs less.
i'd toss
if i had your soft breasts to rest my head on.
since you've gone,
i recalled my with problems and hate
but i can't exactly the model or make.
now glass bottles break in my grip.
i'm about to take the next quick exit and end head trip.
my bed's of its blankets, comforters, pillows and sheets,
but i have to peel off all my skin to remove your scent in order to sleep.

i had my and lows.
on top, i let you peek out over my nose.
sitting on my shoulders and i if i had a backbone,
you still be here.
my is filthy...
from my lows you weren't there. but to keep from feeling guilty,
i collected the (collected the dirt)...kept it piling up.
now mr. feel nothing his tears inside of a cup
and he drinks (and he drinks). and he forgets he's an asshole.
jealous of his ghosts and doubts he has a soul.

my secret have my inner demons gossiping.
i'm a ghost writer for the horrorcore lyrics my personal sing.

i'm sitting in a tub...
with all my clothes on...shivering...considering the of love.

they get half of what i to give...if that.
all about the packaging. they're distracted by the gift rap.

predictable. to manipulate.
they're foreshadow and i'm waiting for their strings to break.

the pillars once held up my halfway house have been taken out.
i'm in my days now.
there's a coming soon.
i just want to crawl back into my womb.
i a comfort zone,
but obviously i to find another home
to call my own...and return to
and i it to be you (i want it to be you).

i sit and stare, zone out, a lot and never sleep,
creating memories to and then i forget to eat.
went to the street you used to live on, staring at the bedroom window of old home
with eyes...waiting for god to throw me a bone.

i'd settle for one goodbye kiss while i settle for less.
i'm at best. sulking while abandoning settlements.
insulting my companions intelligence...conversing baby talk.
practicing mind games. rehearsing playful thought.

it's the way we fought made my blood bubble then turn cold,
you made me walk through rain and mud puddles on a dirt road.
it me so messy,
me...not.

i've got mud to sling...

shot.
"through the heart, and your to blame, you give a bad name."