**Verse 1** G – C – G – D I didn’t find myself in a paperback spine, Didn’t see my face in a frame of film this time. I showed up as a sprite on a cracked TV, Little green hair and a sword that’s bigger than me. They wrote a guide for the way I should feel, Min/max heart like they’re carving me in steel. “Does it matter how powerful you are?” they say— To the writer of the walkthrough, yeah, it pays. **Pre-Chorus** Take the hint, it seems broken from the start, Only way to play is with a glitch in your heart. **Chorus** Belle and Sebastian on a CRT screen, Pixelated ocean and a pirate dream. Does it matter if I’m weak or if I’m strong? You still press “start” and hum along. Ever see Terra swing a sword in the rain? Looks like a girl, cuts right through pain. I’m a master of the moves nobody believes, You’ll know it when the boss falls to its knees. --- **Verse 2** G – C – Em – D They said Terra can’t play at the Olympics, Too much magic in the bones, too many side effects. What if Atma Weapon dropped from the sky, Would you still tell me I should stay inside? I am capable of Olympic-style feats, Triple-jump heartbeats and a gold-medal sweep. But maybe I should wait up in the seats, Cheering for the others while I sharpen underneath. **Pre-Chorus 2** The only way to play is with a scar on your save, A missing piece of stamina, a stat you couldn’t raise. **Chorus 2** Belle and Sebastian in a cartridge glow, Slavic drums and Scottish pipes below. I’m a pirate on the edge of an emerald map, Rolling indie credits over broken stats. Does it matter if I’m cursed or if I’m blessed? To the speed-run writer, it’s a DPS test. But to the kid with the controller and a crooked grin, I’m the reason that they keep on loading in. --- **Bridge** Em – D – C – G I’ve seen a few bands live, they must sound like this, When the doors aren’t closed yet, just a tuning hiss. And the city still has a shine on the stone, Some kind of radioactive fallback tone. One, two, three, four—there goes generational joy, Melted into plastic and a handheld toy. In selected states, in lattitudinal lines, You pick your class, you roll your times. This is just one world out of many on the shelf, Maybe it’s time to think beyond ourselves. --- **Final Chorus / Outro** Belle and Sebastian at the end of the day, When you put the book and the phone away. You don’t see yourself in the mirror or the street, But in a tiny knight with impossible feet. Does it matter how you’re built or what you lack? Every missing point is just a hidden track. If the only way to play is with a handicap sign, We’re all secret bosses in disguise. Ever see Terra swing a sword in the dark? That’s me on the sidewalk, hiding my spark. In logical latitudes and glitch-touched seas, I’m learning how to play As honestly as I can be.
