Luyện nghe bài hát Young Fiction Writer

Save face and leave, she gets mean
You how to act, you scripted the scene
This film's more a short, a monologue of
Whatever is invalidate the mind reading

Now ask yourself
a bright breathing funeral
Was it worth all the
Your last tale?

Scribble out the trite words, on paper always
Looking for the video locked in left brain
A string of stealth encounters, making sex under the
simple positions, like the truth you've learned to bend

Now ask your quietly
You get worked over
By the reality
Of your last fairy

Young fiction writer, you tried to inside her
Depending on to save you in the end
Now ask yourself quietly, free to answer honestly
okay, you're alone now, was it worth one less friend?