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 a short, a monologue of sorts
is invalidate the mind reading smile

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

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

Now ask your quietly
You get over nightly
By the brutal
Of your last fairy

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