I've tried your every pair of shoes but none of them would have fit
I am unfit to walk this world like you did, with such grace and glory
Am I just so sick that...that I couldn't tell reality from deceit?
Have I forced my eyes shut just so I don't see?
Have I crippled myself so I don't have to seek?
I don't know, I can't tell for sure
I know you're gone, for good.
And I know I have too, long before you said 'all things will be good'

I think I've failed, and all so desperately to satisfy you