| [00:30.00] | I'm not the greatest writter.Oh,I'm not the greatest,no. |
| [00:34.47] | I'm not perfect,nor even novelist.This time you better listen up. |
| [00:39.58] | Oh!Life have barely changed. |
| [00:43.48] | Twenty two,still pissed,plenty of shits in the backpack and nikes on my feet. |
| [00:50.01] | Many pieces are missing since I came back home. |
| [00:55.02] | I can't deal with my own life,I'm incomplete. |
| [00:58.84] | Another empty wreck...Shit! |
| [01:09.97] | I'm just the shell of a man which is absent. |
| [01:13.23] | I'm wearing his skin but I'm partially vacant. |
| [01:17.17] | What I have is far from being gold but I write open hearted, my balls in the inkwell. |
| [01:24.08] | **** it,I'm done with swallowing bullshit since hitting it off has become an addiction. |
| [01:32.00] | I needed more than these words going nowhere to show you that this life is not such a poem. |
| [01:41.91] | Some black clouds will get so much bigger no matter how lucky I am. |
| [01:49.92] | I've never learned how to live with the thunder. |
| [01:57.00] | My heart is a lighting rod and I'm walking under a thunderstorm mesmerized by the lights. |
| [02:09.00] | With my eyes half shut. |
| [02:11.85] | I do live through these lines,writing this song just to say what I got to. |
| [02:19.00] | I need much more than these words just to show you that it's a struggle to be able to believe in this life. |
| [02:27.88] | Hey! Hey! I write with my heart open. |
| [02:34.88] | Hey! Hey! Even if It can be so callous. |
| [02:43.00] | Hey! Hey! Just listen. |
| [02:46.00] | This heartbeat have so much to say. |
| [02:50.00] | I just can't keep it in. I just won't it in. |
| [03:06.97] | I'm not the greatest writer and this isn't the greatest song. |
| [03:11.53] | I'm not perfect,nor even novelist, I'm not saint, I'm not a ****ing prophet. |
| [03:16.57] | **** this, I'm just drifting. |
| [03:19.08] | I keep moving pushed by the movement. |
| [03:21.58] | I'm still trying to pull the strings of my ****ing life. |
| [03:27.01]Oh,you can keep the pain,the fame,the money and the whore [03:32.02] | 'cause I'm a body shaped shell in a sorry state. |
| [03:47.00] | "My friends,you better listen! |
| [03:50.77] | This man you see now isn't totally different, along the road he thought he'll found himself, |
| [03:57.53] | a ****ing sense at these goddamn feelings". |
| [04:01.57] | I'm just the shell of a man which is absent. |
| [04:05.48] | I'm wearing his skin but I'm partially vacant. |
| [04:09.00] | What I have is far from being gold but I write open hearted,my balls in the inkwell. |
| [04:17.51] | **** it,I'm done with swallowing bullshit since hitting it off has become an addiction. |
| [04:24.12] | I needed more than these words going nowhere to show you that this life is not such a poem. |
| [04:32.97] | I'm just the shell of a man which is absent. |
| [04:40.00] | I wear his skin but I'm partially vacant. |
| [04:47.03] | My heart is a lighting rod and I'm walking under a thunderstorm mesmerized by the lights. |
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