Another Plot

Another year has gone shamefacedly
So many good times I can't get back
So many moments I'll never change
Wish I could go back to rearrange
It would seem, nevermind
But I want that time

It's like a weird movie shot on my own
I am Wachowski, the script never shown
I'm gonna film the story
A real good story
Not that shit that my life's produced
Need no Oscar
That will be my excuse

This life could've got another plot
But I've lost the rush and fucked this up
I know I suck as a writer
Don't have any thought
Taking a good start, I'll fuck this up

One day I'll say
Don't want these frames in my head
One day I'll say
Don't want these frames in my head
One day I'll say
Don't want these frames in my head
One day I'll say
I'm better off dead

This life could've got another plot
But I've lost the rush and fucked this up
I know I suck as a writer
Don't have any thought
Taking a good start, I'll fuck this up



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Writer(s): пушкарев роман борисович
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