Luyện nghe bài hát Pranging Out

I get back from tour and suddenly it doesn't seem like fun to be off my face at quarter to 11am

You're out,
I see through you (I awful)
voice is talking to me,
This aint even funny (The irons on in my house has been in for 4 fucking weeks)
I see you,
I'm about to do something

I daren't say my manager got lairy and smacked me, these headaches are getting unbearably nasty.
at the crackwork looking scary with my brandy, the rock and roll clich walks in and then
me.
Carelessly wreckin' out prang just to handle the fear, I do a but then panic cos I feel a bit
prangy.
So I glug marlon from the to ease off the pain, then when it starts wearing off I just feel a bit sad.
Snort more tour support and then have a drink, the bruise on the side of my head is banging.
The only reason I started was to still be here laughing, the only reason I started this was to
be here laughing.

You're out,
I see you,
This voice is to me,
aint even funny
I see you,
I'm about to do stupid.

The girl in my bed was kinda right now, I know she's thinking she's a bit frightened somehow,
I don't she realised what I'd invited her back to my house.
I don't want anyone to see me this right now,
All sorts of rolling back in my eyes,
I've been a poor sport thoughts in my mind,
A banging headache, dancing by their side,
Dancing with the pictures from the of my life,
I don't remember any of what I thought at all,
The conclusion to when I forgot it all,
Panicking a bit, frightened of fuck all,
So nursing my bruise I drink right the bottle,
I don't want I know to see me like this,
My fibs in single became in lists,
gonna sell/tell no doubt,
Fuck it I'm not gonna stop though, I cant for now.

You're out,
I see you,
This voice is to me,
This aint funny.
I see you you,
I'm about to do stupid.

My laptop must slipped down and gone to sleep,
Before the prang this was to dawn on me,
Around the time I was sketching to con some sleep,
And the new day on me was dawning in here,
I must have flaked while I inputted, loads more.
Cos I on bookings, way to tow the score.
Why do I break my rules not to anymore?
I'd flaked on the and majorly totalled on the score,
got a simple problem, but my minds spinning out,
I the website between the wine and the stout,
My rush of fear made me forget how I had been,
This time I'm drying my eyes and a nose bleed,
Turning my phone off my promo guy phones me,
The day before getting nasty with my manager when he bit me,
I threw his wallet out of the as it was growing heated,
He said 'Sort your out' as he punched me over to my feet.

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You're out,
I see you,
This is talking to me,
aint even funny
I see you you,
I'm to do something stupid.

Right now logic states I to be not contemplating suicide,
Cos with rational thought it would seem that I need to be not doing the stuff that makes death seem
an option,
I a totally trojan plan right now.