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I'm not the writer
Oh, I'm not the greatest, no
I'm not perfect, not even
time you better listen up

Oh, life barely changed
Twenty-two, still
Plenty of in the backpack
And Nikes on my

Many pieces are missing since I came home
I deal with my own life
I'm
Another empty wreck,

I'm just the shell of a man is absent
I'm wearing his skin but I'm vacant
What I have is far being gold
But I write open-hearted, my in the inkwell
Fuck it, I'm done with bullshit
Since hitting it off has an addiction
I more than these words going nowhere
To show you my life is not such a poem

Some black butts will get so much
No how lucky I am
I've never how to live with the thunder
My is a lightning rod
And I'm walking under a
by the lights
With my eyes shut

I do through these lines
Writing this just to say what I got to
I need much more these words
to show you that it's a struggle
To be able to in this life

I write with my open
if it can be so callous
Just listen, this heartbeat have so to say
I just can't it in
I won't keep it in

I'm not the writer
And this the greatest song
I'm not perfect, not novelist
I'm not saint, I'm not a fucking
Fuck this, I'm drifting
I keep pushed by the movement
I'm still trying to pull the strings of my life

Oh, you can keep the
The fame, the and the whores
Cause I'm a body-shaped shell in a state