Luyện nghe bài hát Plan B

push-pinned my to your wall,
framed it in of argyle.
there's a thread for every minute I missed my to begin it.
I could feel the building up as I cram it to the top,
a can filled with letters.
my ears to pop as the tension drops.
fallen down, someday you won't be around for me to fall back on.
it's so to say goodbye to you,
the tensest when I fail to follow through,
I'm all up and then you tighten the screws,
my want turns to need as you on the noose.
As I push my pen across the page casting my spell a first level mage,
my battle between love and rage
a melodramatic mess not fit for my age we've down,
all my innocence has drowned since you've gone she I'm changing everyday,
she to know how, why, and who with.
she says there's still good left in me I'm the dark lord of the sith.
I write this every winter,
and now I'm it again: I shed my common sense in exchange for newer skin.
the good news is I've finally learned to appreciate my friends,
the bad news is that I got any left,
the good is that I dream about it almost every night,
the bad news is when I wake up you're not there.