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writers are just cowards.
what sort of man can't say what he means but can capture his thoughts so perfectly on paper?
those who can't do, teach.
those who can't speak, write.
what sort of person prefers a pen between his fingers over a woman in his bed?

writers will always be doomed never to live life, only to write about it.
they aren't participants, they are the commentators.

so you go off and you’ll fall in love
and I’ll write my bitterness out on my paper and I’ll talk about how you never wanted me
and my pages will be filled with every emotion I ever felt, the ones you’ll never see.
all these thoughts will come bubbling out to live on paper, for my eyes only.
I’ll never let you see them, I’d be letting you too far in.
I am too vulnerable, my writing is my protection - but paper just goes up in flames.

Description
writers are just cowards.
what sort of man can't say what he means but can capture his thoughts so perfectly on paper?
those who can't do, teach.
those who can't speak, write.
what sort of person prefers a pen between his fingers over a woman in his bed?

writers will always be doomed never to live life, only to write about it.
they aren't participants, they are the commentators.

so you go off and you’ll fall in love
and I’ll write my bitterness out on my paper and I’ll talk about how you never wanted me
and my pages will be filled with every emotion I ever felt, the ones you’ll never see.
all these thoughts will come bubbling out to live on paper, for my eyes only.
I’ll never let you see them, I’d be letting you too far in.
I am too vulnerable, my writing is my protection - but paper just goes up in flames.