Luyện nghe bài hát Report Card

I to love you
I can't the sight of your fucking face
You have to build
The walls keep me in my place
The I gave no longer comforts
The I gave in you've broken under
And all that lies you've etched in stone
Will not me on my attention
You hands nailed bleeding in martyr form
Your neutral standpoint has left me alone
I'm sick of excuses; I'm of lies
I'm tired of fools like you my time
Hands of my soul, you control (hands off my fucking soul)
And I your new friends will treat you just as well
For all the hard work done to gain their acceptance
you

My hands are washed
But I still forgotten
Your will never wash clean
You be forgotten (x3)