Puppeteer
Am I destined to be your puppet?
Will I ever be the puppeteer?
Do I even have a chance to measure up?
Or will I forever be drowning in my fears?
You’ve captured me in your shadow
I’ll always chase your ghost
I’m a prisoner to who you used to be
Maybe that’s what I miss the most.
Follow me, I beckon
To a higher grace I stand
Forever lost in memories
A faded heart in the sand.
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