Luyện nghe bài hát Pitchers Of Silence

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

had i known what 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 clothes for the characters play 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 recalled my with problems and hate
but i can't exactly remember the or make.
now glass bottles in my death grip.
i'm about to take the next quick exit and end this trip.
my bed's stripped of its blankets, comforters, and sheets,
but i might have to peel off all my skin to remove your in order to sleep.

i had my and lows.
when on top, i let you peek out 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 the dirt (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 he's 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 sitting in a tub...
all my clothes on...shivering...considering the dangers of love.

they get half of i have to give...if that.
it's all about the packaging. distracted 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 change soon.
i just want to crawl into my mother's womb.
i need a zone,
but i need to find another home
to my own...and always return to
and i want it to be you (i it to be you).

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

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

it's the way we fought that made my blood bubble then cold,
when you 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 love a bad name."