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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 better up

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

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

I'm the shell of a man which is absent
I'm wearing his skin but I'm partially
What I have is far from gold
But I open-hearted, my balls in the inkwell
it, I'm done with swallowing bullshit
Since hitting it off has an addiction
I needed more than these words nowhere
To show you that my life is not such a

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

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

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

I'm not the writer
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 to pull the strings of my fucking life

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