MOTHERS HEELS // Kiera Osment

MOTHERS HEELS // Kiera Osment


*Ooh* I’m on a precipice, a kind of a chrysalis, or so its said. Don’t want to make and lie in this bed… I thought when I got taller I would see the world as smaller….. But i’m stealing my mothers heels. And all my eyes can see is a mirror looking back at me but I’m not in that reflection. Cause I look at life with a hope for perfection, try to avoid the constant dissection. Seventeen…oohh I’m on a precipice, a kind of chrysalis, and its all in my head. Foot prints leave a dent, cause wishes I make could make or break or shake and forsake me. I never danced with freedom when I had the chance, And maybe that is why I ask for one last dance. Feel I’m destroying something tangible, Social constructs, i’ve distorted as valuable. Seventeen is tripping at my feet, eighteen I wish I could delete. *Piano instrumental and oohs* I was a greyhound, running past playgrounds to watch the clock. Now i’m wearing black tie, to the funeral of my youth, have I been sleeping all this time. Wasting trials on counting rocks. Whilst riding in the fast lane, the little things I put to rest are drowning in dejection. Foot prints leave a dent cause wishes I make could make or break or shake and forsake me. I never danced with freedom when I had the chance, And maybe that is why I ask for one last dance. Feel I’m destroying something tangible, social constructs i’ve distorted as valuable. Seventeen is tripping at my feet, eighteen I wish I could delete I wish I could delete. I never danced with freedom when I had the chance, And maybe that is why I ask for one last dance. Feel I’m destroying something tangible, social constructs I’ve distorted as valuable. We’re just children in shells, is it me after time, or is the clock chasing me? Miss the skip and the hop of my daily decree, when did we stop trying to be. Foot prints leave a dent cause wishes I make could make or break or shake and forsake me. Eighteen I wish I could delete. Hello, recently I turned seventeen, and everyone who knows me, knows that my birthday month… is the time where I over analyse everything I have ever done, and everything I will ever do. When I was five I used to worry about acting mature And you can run down the street naked and screaming when you are five and people will not even blink. When I was eleven I worried about how I didn’t have a career yet. And when I’m twenty seven i’m going to look back at my seventeen year old self and just roll my eyes Because I have my whole life ahead of me. *Overly Dramatic sigh* But anyway if you liked that like, subscribe, comment and share and all that jazz, I’ll be back Wednesday. Byee

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  1. Great music! Isn't easy to sing this song, but you've sang and played very well.
    This lyrics is really interesting and opens all kind of doors and ways to understand changes and an particular message. There are situations and decisions in the life that seem like a loss, so that after a while we can see reasons and a gain from a special view. Even feeling as a caterpillar in various moments it's possible to happen an inner encounter without name, but so real which can precipitate a monarch butterfly emerging from the chrysalis. In freedom goes, flying …

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