Whose shoes am I in?

Carbon copy and melodrama

I am not surprised

Well not anymore

That you don’t really want this

I am a mirror, a dying art

And no one had lied

Except, there is a thing

Tell me, whose shoes do you want me to fill?

No steps forward, always three steps back

No one seems to want to

See it any other way

You just want your mind closed

And want for another day

I am not her, or her, or her

I am the offspring

That came from another interest

So tell me, whose shoes am I walking in?

Do you think the change will last?

The truth will never fit inside the box

If you come and try

To reshape it

I mean I have kept your words

And remembered

When you gave it

These shoes are two sizes too big

three too small

And they don’t fit me

I have the blisters on my feet

To try and prove

That I tried to be…

Someone else.

Someone else.

I tried to be someone else.

Because you told me.

So tell, who does these shoes belong to

Who do you want me

Modelled into?

I thought people cared for me

Just as I am

But I have made to be a fool

I made myself into a fool

So tell, who can I return these shoes to

And ask for my money returned

Before the warranty blows away

And if I can’t walk in my own boots

Maybe I should just walk away

Maybe I should walk away?

Should I walk away?

It’s not like you stayed.

I love loving but maybe if you gift me

Do not bring me shoes that don’t fit

Just tell me you heard me and respected it.

I will never give up on being here

And waiting but I am ready to stop trying.

I am not chasing all these ghosts

Until the day that we are trying.

Maybe you should try my shoes for once?