Angel and devil at the end of my hands
Even when i cry or laugh
I have to write the lyrics
Even when the paper is all wet
I can’t stop
Sometems i even exaggerate my sadness by writing

Out of all i should’ve became lyricist?
I should talk about you
Sometimes i have to be in pain more than i actually am
I have to cover my ears
When you hear my song
Please forgive my selfish greed

I can’t protect you in my lyrics
Even sometimes i feel
Like i’m cursed
Even if you don’t want to hear it
I have to write it down and take notes
Even if i don’t want to
And Like a sociopath even when i know
I still do it
Even when truth is something else
Surely yo’ll get faraway
Even if you ended up as the first role ‘s tragic ending
It’s okay
At least someone is comforted out there

Out of all i should’ve became lyricist?
I should talk about you
Sometimes i have to be in pain more than i actually am
I have to cover my ears
When you hear my song
Please forgive my selfish greed
Somebody tell me how to quit
You’ll never know my position
So you have to be honest
Like photograph and film

Out of all i should’ve became lyricist?
I should talk about you
Sometimes i have to be in pain more than i actually am
I have to cover my ears
When you hear my song
Please forgive my selfish greed