Empathy

I don't have to be like you, 

to figure out what you've been through. 

You don't have to be like me, 

to have a little empathy.

My family keeps my head in line. 

I send them e-mail all the time. 

I tell them what I'm going to do. 

Sometimes they ask me not to. 

It helps to know what they would think 

to check my raging rational. 

They keep a damper on the kink, 

my family of pen pals. 

I don't have to be like you, 

to figure out what you've been through. 

You don't have to be like me, 

to feel a little empathy. 

My dad was teaching me to drive. 

I shot too quickly past a car. 

What if that car popped out, he said. 

You're in the right but they would be dead. 

Or if you hit that running kid. 

Think when his mother heard what you did. 

I don't have to be like you, 

to figure out what you've been through. 

You don't have to be like me, 

to try a little empathy. 

What do you think I think you think of me. 

Have a little empathy. 

When I can walk in someone's shoes 

I get more options I can use. 

I don't want to be like you, 

but I can figure out what you've been through. 

You don't want to be like me, 

but live your live with empathy.