Luyện nghe bài hát These Are The Thoughts

These are the that go through my head
in my backyard on a sunday
when I the house to myself and I am not
expending all that on fighting
my boyfriend
Is he the one that I marry
and why is it so hard to be about
why do I feel cellularly alone
am I supposed to live in this city
can blindly continued fear-induced life-denying tradition
be

Where does the go that I send
to those in need, if we have so much why do people have nothing
still why do I feel frantic when I wake up in the morning
why do you say you are spiritual, yet you treat like shit

How can you say you're close to God, and yet you behind
my back as I'm not a part of you, why do I say "I'm fine"
when it's obvious I'm not, why's it so hard to tell you I want
why can't you just my mind?

Why do I fear that the I am
the you will listen
why do I whether you like me or not
it so hard for me to be angry
why is it such work to stay conscious and so easy to get
and not the other way

I ever move back to Canada
Can I be with a lover with I am a student
and a master, oh why am I encouraged to my mouth
when it too close to home, why cannot I
live in the