Look At Me4.2.0

Acoustic emo ballad with folk hints, led by fingerpicked steel-string acoustic guitar and plaintive pedal steel phrases; intimate, dry lead vocal in the user's own recorded voice, opening close and restrained before broadening into a slow half-time chorus, with a raw 2000s singer-songwriter mix

I'm not who you think I am. I'm not just some gremlin pushing for chaos.  Maybe a little. But there's more to me than that. I'm not new to this, I've played my cards before. I've been bitten. I know how much I can push before I've taken all that's given. I can stand here and tell you everything I want to say, but I find myself getting flustered, choked up, looking away. Back to the shy little goblin stuck on display. I'm not a performer. Probably not even a shining star. Just an artist from the gutters wondering who they really are. Am I just a shadow to my lovely wife, the bard? Or am I searching for my own sky, trying to become somebody's night full of stars? I bite my lip, I draw another page, empty my thoughts, spill out all the pent-up rage. I'll be honest, I can bare my heart, but I've never thought I was cut out for the stage. I've always dimmed my own light. I've struggled to see my reason or my purpose to shine. My little light never had the room, and no matter how I put myself out there, I still can't fight off the gloom. So I rip the pages up and I'm back to where I was before the first drawn line. Stuck inside my little goblin head. Here we go again. Inspiring others is my dream. So maybe some part of me does want the stage. Maybe I want to be seen. Maybe I want the spotlight too. They call it art block when you can't think of something new to make. I call it lost in thought when you keep pushing yourself to see how much you can give before there's nothing left. So LOOK AT ME. Even if I'm shaking, even if I'm scared. LOOK AT ME. I'm still standing here. I'm shiny, brand new, a little lost, a little broken too, a little bruised around the edges, but I'm still me. I'm a little artist dreaming of more, a little goblin standing at the door. The weight of the world is destined to be part of my lore, but I'm still here, still reaching for more. I'm an artist. I'm a fighter. I'm a spark that refused to die. So if I've got to drag myself kicking and screaming into the light, then LOOK AT ME. I'm taking up space tonight. Maybe I'm not made to be in the light. Maybe I've just spent too long hiding from it. So I have to push myself through. Force myself into the spotlight. I want to be what everyone has to view. Not because I'm perfect, but because somewhere underneath all this doubt there's something worth showing. I've spent so long telling everybody else: Be the flame. Be the spark within. Funny, isn't it? I can tell somebody else that they're worth the world, then turn around and question if I'm worth a thing. I can see the light in everybody. Every broken little creature that wanders through these doors. I can find the spark in somebody who swears they don't have one anymore. But when I look inside myself, it's harder. A little artist dreaming of more. A little goblin staring at the door. Wondering quietly, "What happens if I finally walk through?" Not knowing is the curse in store. Oh, I'm not who you expected to hear. I'm not the one who normally shares. But my heart is aching and I can't help but belt these words through the sewers. So let's dance the night away! No need to let your thoughts consume you. Raise your glass a little higher. Change the way the brain is wired! Go with the flow, love. You'll be surprised by everything you've truly done. Fight the thoughts inside you. Give it time. Grow from the truth that's been waiting inside. And if you're feeling like me, lost in thought, stuck in artist block, unable to find the words, PUT THEM IN THE AIR. Let them exist. Let them breathe. Let yourself be seen. If you're scared, be scared. If you're shaking, shake. If you're broken, bring the pieces. If you're lost, then be lost for a little while. You don't have to have the whole damn map. You don't have to know where you're going. You just have to stop apologizing for being here. Take up space. LOOK AT ME! Even if I'm shaking, even if I'm scared! LOOK AT ME! I'm still standing here! I'm shiny, brand new, a little lost, a little broken too, a little bruised around the edges, BUT I'M STILL ME! I'm a little artist dreaming of more! A little goblin standing at the door! The weight of the world is destined to be part of my lore, BUT I'M STILL HERE! STILL REACHING FOR MORE! I'm a spark that refused to die! So if I've got to drag myself kicking and screaming into the light, THEN LOOK AT ME! I'M TAKING UP SPACE TONIGHT! Haha. I guess. I really am a performer. Maybe just not the kind I thought I had to be. I'm still shy. I'm still lost sometimes. I still stare at a blank page until three in the morning and wonder what the hell I'm doing. I'll probably doubt myself again. But I'll make another page. I'll write another song. I'll find another little spark. And maybe someday I'll look back at this night and realize I was never waiting to become somebody. I was already here. So to every little goblin still standing at the door. Open it. Take up space. Let yourself be seen.

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I'm not who you think I am. I'm not just some gremlin pushing for chaos. Maybe a little. But there's more to me than that. I'm not new to this, I've played my cards before. I've been bitten. I know how much I can push before I've taken all that's given. I can stand here and tell you everything I want to say, but I find myself getting flustered, choked up, looking away. Back to the shy little goblin stuck on display. I'm not a performer. Probably not even a shining star. Just an artist from the gutters wondering who they really are. Am I just a shadow to my lovely wife, the bard? Or am I searching for my own sky, trying to become somebody's night full of stars? I bite my lip, I draw another page, empty my thoughts, spill out all the pent-up rage. I'll be honest, I can bare my heart, but I've never thought I was cut out for the stage. I've always dimmed my own light. I've struggled to see my reason or my purpose to shine. My little light never had the room, and no matter how I put myself out there, I still can't fight off the gloom. So I rip the pages up and I'm back to where I was before the first drawn line. Stuck inside my little goblin head. Here we go again. Inspiring others is my dream. So maybe some part of me does want the stage. Maybe I want to be seen. Maybe I want the spotlight too. They call it art block when you can't think of something new to make. I call it lost in thought when you keep pushing yourself to see how much you can give before there's nothing left. So LOOK AT ME. Even if I'm shaking, even if I'm scared. LOOK AT ME. I'm still standing here. I'm shiny, brand new, a little lost, a little broken too, a little bruised around the edges, but I'm still me. I'm a little artist dreaming of more, a little goblin standing at the door. The weight of the world is destined to be part of my lore, but I'm still here, still reaching for more. I'm an artist. I'm a fighter. I'm a spark that refused to die. So if I've got to drag myself kicking and screaming into the light, then LOOK AT ME. I'm taking up space tonight. Maybe I'm not made to be in the light. Maybe I've just spent too long hiding from it. So I have to push myself through. Force myself into the spotlight. I want to be what everyone has to view. Not because I'm perfect, but because somewhere underneath all this doubt there's something worth showing. I've spent so long telling everybody else: Be the flame. Be the spark within. Funny, isn't it? I can tell somebody else that they're worth the world, then turn around and question if I'm worth a thing. I can see the light in everybody. Every broken little creature that wanders through these doors. I can find the spark in somebody who swears they don't have one anymore. But when I look inside myself, it's harder. A little artist dreaming of more. A little goblin staring at the door. Wondering quietly, "What happens if I finally walk through?" Not knowing is the curse in store. Oh, I'm not who you expected to hear. I'm not the one who normally shares. But my heart is aching and I can't help but belt these words through the sewers. So let's dance the night away! No need to let your thoughts consume you. Raise your glass a little higher. Change the way the brain is wired! Go with the flow, love. You'll be surprised by everything you've truly done. Fight the thoughts inside you. Give it time. Grow from the truth that's been waiting inside. And if you're feeling like me, lost in thought, stuck in artist block, unable to find the words, PUT THEM IN THE AIR. Let them exist. Let them breathe. Let yourself be seen. If you're scared, be scared. If you're shaking, shake. If you're broken, bring the pieces. If you're lost, then be lost for a little while. You don't have to have the whole damn map. You don't have to know where you're going. You just have to stop apologizing for being here. Take up space. LOOK AT ME! Even if I'm shaking, even if I'm scared! LOOK AT ME! I'm still standing here! I'm shiny, brand new, a little lost, a little broken too, a little bruised around the edges, BUT I'M STILL ME! I'm a little artist dreaming of more! A little goblin standing at the door! The weight of the world is destined to be part of my lore, BUT I'M STILL HERE! STILL REACHING FOR MORE! I'm a spark that refused to die! So if I've got to drag myself kicking and screaming into the light, THEN LOOK AT ME! I'M TAKING UP SPACE TONIGHT! Haha. I guess. I really am a performer. Maybe just not the kind I thought I had to be. I'm still shy. I'm still lost sometimes. I still stare at a blank page until three in the morning and wonder what the hell I'm doing. I'll probably doubt myself again. But I'll make another page. I'll write another song. I'll find another little spark. And maybe someday I'll look back at this night and realize I was never waiting to become somebody. I was already here. So to every little goblin still standing at the door. Open it. Take up space. Let yourself be seen.

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