The third verse is a bit pedestrian I suppose.

You're going through hell right now

The streets are full of people that you never want to meet.
They loved you once but you turned them into stone.
You walk among them looking down with your eyes glued to your feet.
Searching for the shortest way back home.

You go out picking flowers when you ever have the need.
They speak to you when you feel all alone.
So armed with four-leaf clovers you are hoping for godspeed.
Showing you that shortest way back home.

Your lips are filled with horror when there's something you want said.
They shake like thunder every time you groan.
You talk about the voices that are fighting in your head.
About looking for the shortest way back home.

ooo-oo You're going through hell right now.

Words by holybear
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Written on 2006-06-12 at 11:38

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
You have been there. Anyone who has can appreciate the insight in this writing.

Wow! That is a terrific compliment. Thank you.