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I am a writer And I'm gonna write Gonna make myself A spirit of the night I am a loser I've already lost So which thought is the truth and which is false? You think that I was born to be A tender rose beneath an oak tree But I never loved roses I think I should let myself breathe I think I should leave myself be To sleep and dream at the end of the day I was talking in my sleep I was talking to me I said, "You're a coward." She said, "Cowards are we" There was blood between my eyes I did not know You wiped it away I said, "Let my wounds show" You think that I was born to be A gentle breeze above the dead sea Letras de cancionesBut I wanna be oceans I think I should let myself breathe I think I should leave myself be To sleep in peace at the end of the day From Letras Mania