Heard that crystal cry last night I didn't know what to say
All we believed in got swept away
And it hurt so bad I thought, oh he's got me
Oh he's got me like an ache
Yes it hurt so bad I feel down the drain now I'm a fake
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
A fighter born to be a writer
He used to call me an all nighter
Filled to the edge with life
Shut your mouth I've got something to say
It's not only you that has been betrayed in this season
We've got so many miles to walk away
Bleeding, hurting what's your question
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
A fighter born to be a writer
He used to call me an all nighter
Filled to the edge with life
A fighter upside down most of the time
I go in and out of them crimes
It's my how to be a writer
