“You’re such a doormat”
Say the ones with the muddiest shoes
Trying to find an excuse for their behavior.

People like to walk all over me
It’s okay, I won’t say no
Not to you, my dear friend.

Frayed and dirtied by the constant stomping
Sometimes I think I deserve it
Maybe I’m just meant to be used.

You tell me to stand up for myself
But how can I do that
When I have no legs?

It’s nice down here on the floor
I think I’ll stay here for a while longer
The bottom of your shoe has a nice view.