A gift without a receipt Mine ever since the beginning So I wear them as I see fit Worked real hard to fill the empty spaces So excuse me for the strong attachment But I can guarantee you, I have no love and no affection towards those damn things God himself knows I don’t want them, considering is the one that gave them to me in the first place. Luckily, every places that they have lead me to, have lead me to a story, An explanation that tells me why they’re mine and not yours My shoes, those bloody things which I despise the very most I wear them proudly not because I have to nor because I am force to But because they’re mine and mine only.