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

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

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

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

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

I do through these lines
this song just to say what I got to
I need much more than words
Just to show you that it's a
To be to believe in this life

I write with my heart
Even if it can be so
Just listen, heartbeat have so much to say
I just keep it in
I won't keep it in

I'm not the greatest
And this isn't the greatest
I'm not perfect, not even
I'm not saint, I'm not a fucking
Fuck this, I'm just
I keep pushed by the movement
I'm still to pull the strings of my fucking life

Oh, you can keep the
The fame, the money and the
Cause I'm a shell in a sorry state