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

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

Many pieces are missing since I back home
I can't deal with my own
I'm
Another wreck, shit

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

black butts will get so much bigger
No how lucky I am
I've learned how to live with the thunder
My heart is a rod
And I'm under a thunderstorm
by the lights
With my eyes half

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

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

I'm not the greatest
And this isn't the song
I'm not perfect, not even
I'm not saint, I'm not a prophet
Fuck this, I'm just
I moving pushed by the movement
I'm still trying to 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