Luyện nghe bài hát Recovering

old die hard, growing bitter from trying to be broken
while these routines are smothered with affection
well, i choose to between the two
i choose whatever convinces you, that I should be to
slip through the cracks and get back to the
these walls are
someone to check on me and take notes on my recovery

one will get me through the day
but I two anyway
I take three pills the song begins to play
one that won't go away. And though I know
one pill get me through the day
I take two
when I mix four pills with a drink the song starts to
its in the back of my head and its
and its all I can think

its all out of control
for one day thing is out of my hands
while under supervision,
everything is, is
but when unsuspected, is under the radar
and anything goes, so I sit,
comatose

I float between hospitals and halfway
between halfway and halfway lying
and I know all the awful things no one needs to know
I take my and make them believe that i'm a better man

one pill will get me the day
but I take two
when I take three pills the song to play
one won't go away. And even though I know
one pill will get me the day
I take two
when I mix four pills with a the song starts to play
its in the of my head and its everywhere
and its all I can about

but still I the song
its
surrounding me and in my ears.
the perfect song call for sedatives, sacrifice and sing-alongs
so sing