Luyện nghe bài hát Young Fiction Writer

Save face and leave, she gets mean
You know how to act, you scripted the
This more a short, a monologue of sorts
Whatever is invalidate the mind smile

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

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

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

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