Luyện nghe bài hát Pitchers Of Silence

i never held a for that big part of me that died.
i to put these thoughts to rest. i need to find a peace of mind.
i need to my mind, find a piece of mind to rest in.
need to 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 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 holy cloth less.
i'd toss
if i still had soft breasts to rest my head on.
you've been gone,
i recalled my issues with and hate
but i can't exactly the model or make.
now glass bottles break in my grip.
i'm about to take the next exit and end this head trip.
my bed's stripped of its blankets, comforters, and sheets,
but i might to peel off all my skin to remove your 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 might be here.
my is filthy...
from my lows when you weren't there. but to keep feeling guilty,
i collected the dirt (collected the dirt)...kept it up.
now mr. feel nothing saves his inside of a cup
and he (and he drinks). and he forgets that he's an asshole.
jealous of his ghosts and he even has a soul.

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

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

they get half of i have 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 that once held up my halfway house have been taken out.
i'm in my last now.
a change coming soon.
i just want to crawl back my mother's womb.
i need a zone,
but obviously i need to find 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 memories to remember and then i to eat.
went to the street you used to live on, staring at the bedroom window of old home
with 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 with talk.
practicing mind games. with playful thought.

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