In My Shoes.

"It's gonna be alright."
"Time heals all wounds."

You say these words to me
Yet I can't understand
How you think you know that it will be
Since you've never been through what I've been through
So I'll tell you right now
It's not ok.

But since you insist on telling me otherwise
I'm gonna tell you why it's not.
Actually...
I can't...
So instead of me putting it into words,
Passing out hints and giving out clues,
You're gonna come with me
And take a walk in my shoes

And if you're up for it we'll walk a mile,
Maybe two or maybe three,
And finally you'll shut up
And see what I see.

Enter stage right
Scene set in the state of depression
You
Surrounded by the only group that has ever accepted you

A group know for their tendency for obsession
Over all their possession
And can be shunned from society
For their lack of propriety
And can be used as some variety
Of product during the opposite's intermission.

They come to you helpless and weak
Crying out for dear life
Expecting you to step in
And end the painful strife.

But how can you help them when you can't even help yourself?

The blood running down
From losing the ones you love dear
And from the horrible act committed
By those messed up queers.

Yes...those queers.

The ones you took no more from
And stood up to strong and proud
Yet fell during the act
As you screamed really loud

Your clothes they tore
And held you more
As they quickly felt a proclamation
Of temptation
And inserted the sweet sensation
Of death into your body leaving you naked on the bathroom floor.

"It's gonna be alright."
"Time heals all wounds."