Luyện nghe bài hát Killerwood

Kind of feeling,
when someone complains on clothes,
or something else that is stuck in the
and lonely,
I never
Come home

home,
I never
The aching in my is still as hard as before

I did not know or
I'm older now but as young
I'm the person

Selfish,
The that crawls upon you when you least expect
Like a spider in bed
That you layed into pieces,
but not

It die,
no still there