Luyện nghe bài hát Plan B

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