They Write All My Songs

Mend it if I'm sore about it
I'm no puppet now
No more threads
I cut them down
Oh I laugh and cry and smile somehow

Need good with the bad
Makes it better anyway
I hugged all my ghosts then let 'em out and watched them play
They write all my songs
And begged me to sing along
Now it's out of my hands like a million miles away



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Ray
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