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