Puppet Without String But With a Song

Here's another sound story of doubt and worry mind and heart torn apart for a stupid argument at least they can agree on something... at least they can agree on something.... my perception of perfection is off by key only believing and trusting the fondness of beautiful eyes than relying on words and actions to be the strings of the puppet I claim myself to be fairy-tale endings is what I strive for since fairytale beginnings are just starstruck accidents waiting to breathe maybe this only means I'm caught in the moment caught in a moment; isn't it how it's supposed to be feeling small because my mind is always humming don't walk all over me while my heart is silently singing give me a light and I'll shine bright give me a chance to a hold your hand tell me if I'm good enough and I'll exchange it with you're beautiful... my mind is a mine field, bomb filled thoughts are clouding of crowding my heart is an open optimistic well filled with air they think on their own and are in a complicated war but they can both agree on something... they can both agree on something... I'm a puppet without strings, I could sing a song but I'm better at writing one tell me if I'm good enough and I will exchange with You're beautiful