Another city
Another state.

Wherever she goes
It's always the same.

People think that she's really cute
But they feel sorry for her,
All on her own,
And so they try to fix her up.

They think they're doing her a favour
But they're not.

So here she is again.
How many more times
Does she have to endure this?

From the moment she saw this one
She knew they wouldn't hit it off.

It's no use pretending
If the chemistry isn't there
What's she supposed to do?

But that won't stop
The tongues from wagging...

"What is her problem?
Is she playing hard to get?
Is she fussy?
Or could she be..."

No.
It's none of those things.

And one day
People will finally understand
Why she wasn't interested
In any of them

They just weren't her type.

Nothing prepares you
For the loss of freedom.

Months
Or even years
With no appeal.

And it's true what they say
That first night
Feels like hell inside.

Separated from the rest of the world
By barbed wire.

Be careful what you do
Be careful what you say

Each sentence
Seems impossible at first
And even though
You learn to adjust
It's still humiliating.


All that keeps you going
Through the days of pain
And the nights of despair
Is dreaming of that wonderful moment
When you can finally smile again

With straight teeth.

It saddens me to think
How desperate you feel right now.

You can't see a future
And nobody seems to understand.

Well I know you don't want to hear this
But I'm begging you

PLEASE GIVE LIFE A CHANCE.

Because, trust me,
Things are going to get better
And I can't let you throw it all away
And miss the wonderful times that lie ahead.


But why should you listen to me?

After all,
Who the hell am I?

A concerned friend,
With lots to say
But no time to listen?

A well-meaning do-gooder,
With plenty of platitudes
But no real answers?

No.

I'm somebody who knows
Exactly what you're going through
And I am counting on you
To step back from the brink


For I am your future self.

It's a tragic story.
Once,
They were so close
But now
They couldn't be more distant.

I suppose they were destined to meet up
Kept bumping into each other
(So many bars in such a small place)

These days,
It wouldn't be a problem
But, back then,
It was complicated.

So,
Sadly,
They went their separate ways.

But what's so strange
Is that they're still apart.

Why don't they get back together?

Too late now.
What's done is done.

So there they sit,
Pining for each other.

Getting depressed,
But never making a scene,

Just minding their Ps and Qs.

Pushed forward, in successive moves,
Promoted to a Queen.
Abandoned after just nine days
Then killed on Tower Green.

From the upstairs window
She has a wonderful view of him
And she likes what she sees.

She stares intently.
Her heart beats faster
Her mouth opens
And she almost drools
As she considers the possibilities
And imagines all kinds of fun...

But soon
Alas
It is over

And he flies away.

I cannot deny
That coming here
Makes me feel better

And I'm not the only one.

As I look around
I can see friends,
Neighbours,
The whole community
Brought together
By the shared belief
In an afterlife.

But is that the only reason
That we come?

Could there also be
A little bit of guilt?

Or do we just fear
The judgement of others?

Ultimately
I suppose it really is
A question of faith

Because none of us
Really know for sure

Whether any of it
Actually gets recycled.