This shoe is so small
it can't hold her full spirit...
Yesterday I spoke no words,
My little voice could not be heard...
I've lost control
Of what makes me whole...
I don't see you
Because you don't exist...
I came to be the shadow behind your back,
the shadow underneath your feet...
"by gee! you make that look easy, fella"
and i just rolled out a goofy grin, all glad...
A sorrowful sight on any day,
Are the ones that appear to have lost their way...
The bitter wind bites my cheeks,
reminding me that I am still alive...
She is just a foreigner
with a surname difficult to spell...
Decapitated heads sing a hymn,
filling the feeling felt grim...
There's a Mansion in the sky
that all can behold...
Let's pause for a second
And rewind some time...