Luyện nghe bài hát Pitchers Of Silence

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

had i known then what i now.
had i thought now what i then...
i still be human
with all the little fix-ins.
as i fix and vixens vick souls,
stitch clothes for the they play then switch roles.
nail me to the dress.
the cloth costs less.
i'd toss
if i still had your soft to rest my head on.
you've been gone,
i recalled my issues with and hate
but i exactly remember the model or make.
now glass break in my death grip.
i'm about to take the quick exit and end this head trip.
my bed's stripped of its blankets, comforters, and sheets,
but i might have to peel off all my skin to remove your scent in to sleep.

i had my and lows.
when on top, i let you peek out my nose.
on my shoulders and i suppose if i had a backbone,
you might be here.
my is filthy...
from my lows when you there. but to keep from feeling guilty,
i collected the (collected the dirt)...kept it piling up.
now mr. nothing saves his tears inside of a cup
and he (and he drinks). and he forgets that he's an asshole.
jealous of his ghosts and doubts he has a soul.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it's the way we fought that made my blood bubble 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."