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I am a soldier, and a wounded one at thatTotally shattered, into tiny shards of glassI am a poet catching in on clichésBroken, beating, with the keys throwing awayYou always loved my lyrics, well here are the words of the dayI fucking cried for youI fucking cried for youYou ripped the heart out of my chest and held it high like a golden medalNow the world knows you're the best and won the battleWell fuck you tooI am a novelist, with no pen to write my storyA genius in a padded room, a warehouse with no more inventoryI'm a poet catching in on clichésBroken, beating, with the keys throwing awayYou always loved my lyrics, well here are the words of the dayI fucking cried for you (how's that for an evidence)I fucking cried for you (how's that for an evidence)You ripped the heart out of my chest and held it high like a golden medalNow the world knows you're the best and won the battleWell fuck you tooSongtexteIf I could start this song over, I would sing about my loveHow amazing and pretty you are, and how I could never write enoughBut I fucking cried for you (how's that for an evidence)I fucking cried for you (how's that for an evidence)You ripped the heart out of my chest and held it high like a golden medalNow the world knows you're the best and won the battleWell fuck you too Aus Songtexte Mania