Luyện nghe bài hát The Philisophical Significance Of Shooting My Sister In The Face: An Essay By James Secord

My is James Secord
Everything was
this bullet
In my face
Maybe they
Won't hear the
the trigger

The mirror hurts us, the music
And wonder how won't be

are hard enough
Without days like
If you cry enough
they'll hear your screams
Life is rested, neck
Put a in my own sister's face

now
I won't be, be
I am back again
Black cats, red
Breakfast,
Rough bread, not
Goodbye,

God me

With a bullet
The is simple
You left a bullet
Everything is, everything is dull, gone,
Is