Live in my fucking shoes.
I dare you.
For one day, one hour, one minute...
Just be me and know what it is
know what I carry.
I am timid where I once roared
I fear each day, each step, each rising.
What will it be today?
Will it be pain?
Will it be unsteady?
Will it be unforgiving?
Or will today be a good day...
How long will it last?
Should I trust it?
Can I be left alone?
Should I be left alone?
Who am I?
I once walked this earth free
of dependency - confidently as one.
I needed no others, but I loved them for company.
Now, unfaithful to my own confidence,
I need them all and want for none.
No one should see me this way.
But that's the problem, isn't it?
No one sees.
No one knows.
No one walks in these fucking shoes.
I beg you - take a step.
