Luyện nghe bài hát Pitchers Of Silence

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

had i known then i know now.
had i thought now i knew then...
i might still be
with all the little fix-ins.
as i fix sins and vixens souls,
stitch for the characters they play then switch roles.
me to the cross dress.
the holy costs less.
i'd less
if i still had your breasts to rest my head on.
since been gone,
i recalled my with problems and hate
but i can't exactly remember the or make.
now bottles break in my death grip.
i'm about to the next quick exit and end this head trip.
my bed's stripped of its blankets, comforters, and sheets,
but i might have to 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 when you weren't there. but to keep feeling guilty,
i the dirt (collected the dirt)...kept it piling up.
now mr. feel nothing saves his tears of a cup
and he drinks (and he drinks). and he that he's an asshole.
jealous of his ghosts and he even 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...
all my clothes on...shivering...considering the dangers of love.

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

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

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

i sit and stare, zone out, think a lot and sleep,
memories to remember and then i forget to eat.
went to the you used to live on, staring at the bedroom window of your old home
puppy eyes...waiting for god to throw me a bone.

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

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