Luyện nghe bài hát Sidewalk Chalk Pt. 2

They gave me fake and now I'm like a dog
Dead and buried in its spot.
I'm shaking like streetlights in
got a brain, but I'm afraid, yes I'm oh so afraid
I don't how to use it. It's useless
information learned on Highway 41
Trying to block out songs from a window
At the red light.
And no, I'm not alright.

I'm writing this as an apology to who knew me before.

I promises like pieces of glass piercing the hand they went through.
Is this something new that the cracks in the tell different?
Is this the instant we there's a strange gap where a poster's missing?
With a picture of the Rocky Mountains shaped like your mood
It bring back memories of a distant when we hardly tried
To understand our

I'm writing this as an to anyone who know me before.

I spent my last on incense so I could get the scent
Of my last floating away. It was a sad, sad day. It was a sad, sad day.
When I lit the last in the pack, burned my fingertips
to prove that I felt pain.
Oh, it's not a shame; it's the game that I play with petrified of clay.
Just to build back what never was so we're done
We can destroy feeling guilty.
Please don't miss me. don't kiss me with your lips made of future reform.
Yes, I'm cracked and torn between the lies and truths that
In the center of this outline. Just this one time
I'll you interpret why I fit so well inside.

I'm writing this as an to anyone who knew.