Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Illness of Mine

The whiskey bottle's almost
as well as the pack of
Been awake for days now,
haunted by the

My has become colder than this room,
long since I felt joy or happiness
All of the roses you planted have
their and faded away

Thinking on the good times we had,
we would laugh
The wind in your hair as we
across the country

Not even all of the world's
can me anymore
I've the spark and light,
nothing to hold to my heart

I staring at the chromed .45,
on the living room table
A of silence...