I am conflicted, I am torn
I am tired, and I am worn
I’m the Imperfect Boy
What is one supposed to do
When another’s happiness sings a better tune?
When you see them smile and hear a song
But your verse in the song isn’t very long.
I can move the clouds, make the sky transform
But my efforts only dent the large and raging storm
I want to be your general, a soldier bearing arms
But in the war you’re fighting, I can’t protect you from harm
I’m a perfect boy with imperfect timing
I’m an imperfect boy whose emotions are dying
What can I do with all the right tools
When I use them incorrectly like a god damned fool?
I am what you want, this has been made clear
But what is there to do when that is also your fear?
To travel to the future, what I wouldn’t give
Maybe things will be clear and we can finally live
Live in the world that I want now
And the world that you want then.
If I’m here at the wrong time, maybe I should wait
And see if we are meant to be, determined by the Fates
But how is one man supposed to know
If he should hold on to the one he loves
Or, maybe, just let her go?
