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

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

Many pieces are missing since I came back
I can't with 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 vacant
What I is far from being gold
But I open-hearted, my balls in the inkwell
Fuck it, I'm with swallowing bullshit
Since hitting it off has become an
I needed more than these going nowhere
To show you that my life is not a poem

Some black butts get so much bigger
No matter how I am
never learned how to live with the thunder
My is a lightning rod
And I'm under 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 these
Just to show you that a struggle
To be able to believe in this

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

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

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