I feel that to you, I am a comfortable old shoe…
You are fond of me, care about me, for I’ve been around a long time,
But to you, this old shoe is no longer in its prime.
To you, I am a memory of something once adored,
You became used to the shoe, and then, became bored.
You show me no passion, or desire, or lust,
You found that elsewhere – new shoes are a must.
I mistakenly thought I would always be new,
That I would always be your favorite shoe,
Everything changes, perhaps I have too,
It’s time to recycle, and again…be new.