How could you do that Treat me like a doormat I cannot get my head around it I thought we took our vows, committed

Beneath your feet, I lie quite still A doormat, worn without the will Each step you take, I bear the weight Accepting meekly what is my fate

But deep inside a spark remains Desire to rise and break those chains Coming when you least expect it I’ll find my worth, not be rejected

Better watch your step Better tell your friend Listen for my footsteps Before you meet your end

(c) words and music G Todd 2025