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

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

Many pieces are missing since I came home
I can't deal my own life
I'm
empty wreck, shit

I'm the shell of a man which 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 swallowing
Since hitting it off has become an
I needed more than words going nowhere
To show you my life is not such a poem

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

I do live through these
Writing this song just to say I got to
I much more than these words
Just to show you it's a struggle
To be able to believe in this

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

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

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