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

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

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

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

Some black will get so much bigger
No matter how I am
I've never how to live with the thunder
My heart is a rod
And I'm walking a thunderstorm
by the lights
With my half shut

I do live these lines
Writing this just to say what I got to
I need more than these words
Just to show you that a struggle
To be able to believe in this

I with my heart open
if it can be so callous
Just listen, heartbeat have so much to say
I just keep it in
I just keep it in

I'm not the greatest
And this the greatest song
I'm not perfect, not even
I'm not saint, I'm not a prophet
Fuck this, I'm just
I keep moving 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