Luyện nghe bài hát Plan B

push-pinned my to your wall,
framed it in of argyle.
there's a thread for every minute I missed my chance to it.
I could feel the pressure up as I cram it to the top,
a can filled with letters.
my ears begin to pop as the drops.
we've fallen down, you won't be around for me to fall back on.
it's so akward to say to you,
the tensest when I fail to follow through,
I'm all up and then you tighten the screws,
my turns to need as you slip on the noose.
As I push my pen the page casting my spell like a first level mage,
my epic battle between love and
a melodramatic mess not fit for my age fallen down,
all my innocence has since you've gone she says I'm changing everyday,
she wants to how, why, and who with.
she says there's good left in me like I'm the dark lord of the sith.
I write this every winter,
and now I'm writing it again: I my common sense in exchange for newer skin.
the good news is I've finally learned to appreciate my friends,
the bad is that I havent got any left,
the good news is that I dream it almost every night,
the bad is that when I wake up you're not there.