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
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