Luyện nghe bài hát These Are The Thoughts

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

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

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

Why do I fear the quieter I am
the less you listen
why do I care whether you me or not
why's it so hard for me to be
why is it such work to stay and so easy to get stuck
and not the other way

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