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I’m a writer
I’ve got a bit of a problem
I picked up some moves in my youth and I’m scared that I’ve lost them
Cause I’m three years past twenty and suddenly everyone’s starting to wonder
If I keep digging do I keep dying?
Do I quit trying to write this book?
I’m sick of being second best
I’m tired of third and fourth and the rest
Here it is

I may have some writer’s block but I’m still useful to you
I’d stick up for you in fights
And I’d sing to you at night

I’m a loner
It gets a little bit lonely
I picked up some nerves in my youth and I’m scared that they own me
Cause I’m three years past twenty and suddenly everyone’s starting to wonder
If I keep living do I keep lying?
Do I quit trying to make this work?
I’m sick of being second best
I’m tired of third and fourth and the rest
Here it is

I may have some writer’s block but I’m still useful to you
I’d stick up for you in fights
And I’d sing to you at night
But only my old songs
I’m sick of being second best I’m tired of third and fourth and the rest
Here it is

I may have some writer’s block but I’m still useful to you
I’d stick up for you in fights
And I’d sing to you at night
It’s been a bad year
We lost everything.


Lyrics submitted by xKissxHerxBruisesx

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