I am but a writer and have something to state Not much of a fighter though I love a good debate Can't be bothered to leave the house on any given day For I am but a writer and that's the writer's way And I am but a writer, so writing's what I do Not at all much brighter, but no one's got a clue The drama makes my love go brown but you'll never see me cry For I am but a writer; they only ever sigh And I won't write about love, it's a cruel and vicious game I've tried to play it once before and it just drovе me insane Instead I will writе happily my third autobiography On loneliness and anxiety and other types of misery 'Cause that's what people read I am but a writer and you are a great friend But since we've gotten tight I tell you will surely understand That even though I kinda like you and I think you're quite okay I'm twice as smart as you are, so friends we cannot stay Oh, let us both go our own way 'cause friends we cannot stay Don't try to deny it, we both know that it's true I wish that I could help right now, but there ain't much I can do So don't ever try to call me, but if you find the time Just switch on your radio Just switch on your radio Just switch on your radio Or read a book of mine