Luyện nghe bài hát Sidewalk Chalk Pt. 2

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

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

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

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

I spent my cent 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 match in the pack, burned my
to prove that I felt pain.
Oh, it's not a shame; it's the game that I play with pieces of clay.
Just to build back what was so when we're done
We can without feeling guilty.
Please don't miss me. Please don't kiss me with your lips of future reform.
Yes, I'm cracked and torn between the lies and truths form
In the center of this outline. Just this one time
I'll help you why I fit so well inside.

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