Luyện nghe bài hát The Gardener

I'm not man to be human
but I'm trying to fit in and I'm learning to it

Don't ever meet friends
Tells you too much or not enough, or worse, exactly the thing
Every nuance, detail, every movement
Every smell, sound, phrase,
The way she
These are all the things you either obsessively fetishize
or make yourself grow to
you are supposed to be done growing, she is still growing
It's a garden with two flowers
One just blooming and casting a shadow just yours
And it becomes struggle of sunlight or rain or weeds

She and she is doomed to be your idea of her
She and every she is doomed to be your of her

I'm not man enough to be
but I'm trying to fit in and I'm learning to it

But worse so, to the point
You are no longer the and the sun
And most the garden or the gardener
A muse, amusement
I am used, all ruined if you meet their friends

She and she is doomed to be your idea of her
She and every she is to be your idea of her

I'm not man enough to be
but I'm trying to fit in and I'm learning to it
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You never wanted to share your concept of your creation with any other or worshippers
book isn't burned, it was never written
Your book isn't burned, it was written

I'm not man to be human
but I'm trying to fit in and I'm learning to it
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