Luyện nghe bài hát Pitchers Of Silence

i never held a funeral for 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, a piece of mind to rest in.
need to find someone to in, and with the rest i need to start restin'.
needless to say, i hide.
fifteen grown men cry.

had i known then what i now.
had i now what i knew then...
i might be human
with all the little fix-ins.
as i fix and vixens vick souls,
stitch clothes for the characters they then switch roles.
me to the cross dress.
the holy cloth less.
i'd less
if i still had your soft to rest my head on.
since you've gone,
i my issues with problems and hate
but i can't exactly remember the or make.
now glass bottles 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 peel off all my skin to remove scent in order to sleep.

i had my and lows.
when on top, i let you peek out my nose.
sitting on my and i suppose if i had a backbone,
you still be here.
my is filthy...
from my when you weren't there. but to keep from feeling guilty,
i collected the (collected the dirt)...kept it piling up.
now mr. feel nothing saves his 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 have my inner gossiping.
i'm a ghost for the horrorcore lyrics my personal 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 the packaging. they're distracted by the gift rap.

predictable. to manipulate.
foreshadow puppets 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.
a change coming soon.
i just want to crawl into my mother's womb.
i need a zone,
but obviously i 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,
creating memories to 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 settle for one more goodbye kiss while i for less.
i'm unsettled at best. sulking while settlements.
insulting my companions intelligence...conversing baby talk.
mind games. rehearsing 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."