The Lichtenberg Figure

I'm not the greatest writer
 Oh, I'm not the greatest, no
 I'm not perfect, not even novelist
 This time you better listen up
 Oh, life have barely changed
 Twenty-two, still pissed
 Plenty of shits in the backpack
 And Nikes on my feet
 Many pieces are missing since I came back home
 I can't deal with my own life
 I'm incomplete
 Another empty wreck, shit
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 I'm just the shell of a man which is absent
 I'm wearing his skin but I'm partially vacant
 What I have is far from being gold
 But I write open-hearted, my balls in the inkwell
 Fuck it, I'm done with swallowing bullshit
 Since hitting it off has become an addiction
 I needed more than these words going nowhere
 To show you that my life is not such a poem
 Some black clouds will get so much bigger
 No matter how lucky I am
 I've never learned how to live with the thunder
 My heart is a lightning rod
 And I'm walking under a thunderstorm
 Mesmerized by the lights
 With my eyes half shut
 I do live through these lines
 Writing this song just to say what I got to
 I need much more than these words
 Just to show you that it's a struggle
 To be able to believe in this life
 I write with my heart open
 
 Even if it can be so callous
 
 Just listen, this heartbeat have so much to say
 I just can't keep it in
 I just won't keep it in
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 I'm not the greatest writer
 And this isn't the greatest song
 I'm not perfect, not even novelist
 I'm not saint, I'm not a fucking prophet
 Fuck this, I'm just drifting
 I keep moving pushed by the movement
 I'm still trying to pull the strings of my fucking life
 Oh, you can keep the pain
 The fame, the money and the whores
 Cause I'm a body-shaped shell in a sorry state
 My friends, you better listen
 This man you see now isn't totally different
 Along the road he thought he found himself
 A fucking sense at these goddamn feeling
 I'm just the shell of a man which is absent
 I'm wearing his skin but I'm partially vacant
 What I have is far from being gold
 But I write open-hearted, my balls in the inkwell
 Fuck it, I'm done with swallowing bullshit
 Since hitting it off has become an addiction
 I needed more than these words going nowhere
 To show you that my life is not such a poem
 I'm just the shell of a man which is absent
 I'm wearing his skin but I'm partially vacant
 My heart is a lightning rod
 And I'm walking under a thunderstorm
 Mesmerized by the light