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On the bottom of a shoe, I'm stuck like glue. Every step that she took, the deeper entrenched I become. On the bottom of her shoe, I'm stuck like crazy glue. The more I talked, the more she wanted to put me on the shelf. Now I soar through the sky, I start to feel funny, kinda high. My beauty is in mid-stride, She pulls me like the moon with the tide, I will always be by her side. I'm being stepped on again. It seems like I'll never win. She pulls on the strings to my heart, she screams and yells, she throws me around like a dart. On the bottom of a Nike, imprisioned my psyche. Every step she has took, has left a mile marker in my life. After she left I was just another case on the books. |