IMSTUCK

I am lost, I am feared
a prodigy as puppeteer
shot down in books
with evidence unclear

this is now and we are here
sought out, changed, and disappeared
beneath these roots
is a wrist to shed a tear

calm before the storm we stood
sporting tattered clothes, but feeling good
like the urge to take a breath
our living minds misunderstood

we can't fight, it's who we are
there's a story beneath every scar
and my body's slate
filled with who and what we are

sing to me, I can't ever be those things
I am not what they meant for me to be
the ocean's brave and I am nothing less a man
these waters tremble at my feet
but honor nothing in my hands

you keep staring my way
these faded gestures are words for something I can't say
for what it's worth, I was never happy
I am perfect on my own
you're never the same
nothing matters (x2)
you keep calling me
calling me (x2)

You can sing, but I can't

I'm not the best of singers. Please excuse that part of it. As well as the fact that it isn't complete yet...

You'll be better, my dear