Luyện nghe bài hát The Thirtieth

here i drown in artificial light, in a room,
which has really felt like mine.
and outside, the sun is
i know by feeliing,
not by sight.
i stare straight and i feel time passing.
it's tim to move out of this and into the old.
and i try to it, i try to adapt,
i try to ignore the departure.
chronic insomnia;
nothing but a pathetic revolt inevitability.
a new begins and i can't imagine the old.
while i know my here ends,
journey continues.
though you see it as such.
i hope that my time here has helped you to see that you must use your to live.
i just want to sleep in embrace, until orders for me to leave wake us. then we either drown or rise.
oh, were it so that we could alter these facts.
usualy one has a but here we can't do a thing.
had we been given a to bloom.
but, for once, all we can is circumstance.