Luyện nghe bài hát These R The Thoughts

These are the thoughts that go my head
In my backyard on a Sunday
I have the house to myself and I am not
Expending all that energy on fighting my boyfriend

Is he the one that I marry?
Why is it so to be objective about myself?
Why do I cellularly alone?
Am I to live in this crazy city?
Can blindly continued fear regurgitated
tradition be overcome?

Where does the money go that I send to those in
If we have so much why do some people have still?
Why do I feel frantic when I first wake up in the
Why do you say you are
Yet you people like shit?

How can you say close to God
And yet you talk behind my back as I'm not
A part of you? Why do I say I'm fine it's
Obvious I'm not? Why's it so hard to you what I want?
Why can't you read my mind?

Why do I fear that the quieter I am the less you listen?
Why do I care whether you like me or
Why is it so hard for me to be
Why is it such to stay conscious
And so to get stuck
And not the way around?

I ever move back to Canada?
Can I be with a lover with whom I am a
And a master? Why am I encouraged to my mouth
When it too close to home?
Why cannot I in the moment?