Luyện nghe bài hát Pitchers Of Silence

i never held a for that 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 in, and with the rest i need to start restin'.
to say, i couldn't hide.
fifteen grown men cry.

had i then what i know now.
had i thought now what i then...
i still be human
with all the stupid 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 less
if i still had your soft breasts to my head on.
you've been gone,
i recalled my with problems and hate
but i can't exactly remember the or make.
now glass break in my death grip.
i'm about to take the next quick exit and end 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 out over my nose.
sitting on my and i suppose if i had a backbone,
you might be here.
my is filthy...
from my lows when you weren't there. but to from feeling guilty,
i the dirt (collected the dirt)...kept it piling up.
now mr. nothing saves his tears inside of a cup
and he drinks (and he drinks). and he forgets that an asshole.
jealous of his and doubts he even has a soul.

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

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

they get of what i have 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 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 i need 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,
memories to remember and then i forget to eat.
went to the street you used to live on, staring at the bedroom window of old home
puppy eyes...waiting for god to throw me a bone.

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

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

i've got mud to sling...

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