Luyện nghe bài hát Young Fiction Writer

Save face and leave, before she gets
You know how to act, you scripted the
This film's more a short, a of sorts
Whatever is the mind reading smile

Now ask quietly
You're a breathing funeral
Was it all the agony
Your last tale?

Scribble out the trite words, on paper smarter
for the video locked in your left brain
A string of stealth encounters, making sex the table
Perfect simple positions, like the you've learned to bend

Now ask friends quietly
You get worked nightly
By the brutal
Of last fairy tale

Young fiction writer, you to live inside her
on paper to save you in the end
Now ask yourself quietly, feel to answer honestly
It's okay, alone now, was it worth one less friend?