Go ahead, I'll still hobble on
Make fun of my stride,
my old lady feet
Chip, chip, chip away
You'll never get in
I've built my walls way up high
and thick instead of thin
You know I see you laughing
And I know you know I don't care
Why let old ghosts always haunt me
If they were never really there
I knew I had to shrink myself
To fit into the body I had grown
So somewhat awkwardly
I'll continue past you,
And hobble up the pathway
all alone.