You Can't Shoes Your Sole

Late night thoughts, early morning stress I step out of the shower, but don't want to get dressed I don't want to walk in these shoes, how do they fit me? I like the ones that you wear, I cant help but to envy Can we? We can, trade our positions like musical chairs We both know the outcome, but we both do not care In the end we'll realize we love these shoes that we hate Its best we figure it out early rather than too late So by the time our soles are worn out and torn We never, ever, wish that we weren't born Our souls match us, we could never exchange them Just don't let that difference lead to estrangement