It’s a different kind of loneliness when you’re told that heaven is
Outside, somewhere else, and you have to compete to win
If you don’t you’re on fire, like, literally already smoking
I have to break this down for you, Even if you’re choking
It’s a different kind of loneliness to no longer want to stay,
To leave ancestry indignantly, and find the desire to pray,
But instead, slashed and torn, my memories have been hidden,
But I really hope my demons choke, and I can get to living
It’s a different kind of loneliness to start the whole game again,
But to find the kingsmen lied, and every random friend,
Takes you on a ride, sitting by their side, listening to songs from way back when,
But each roller coaster ends and the nights come again, and we’ll sing with bleeding hands,
It’s a different kind of loneliness to ease up off your beat,
To find the time to appreciate mine, my bones, my heart, my friend,
To walk on the grass, just sit on the land, saying thanks for the plants to eat,
A feat unknown, something never done before, and you don’t know how it ends,
It’s a different kind of sadness to have bully synonymous with friend,
To walk over to play at their house, and knowing exactly how it ends,
To feel their eyes, hollow pits arise, and follow you once again,
The only thing on my mind is how much they’ll try to prove that it was me antagonizing them,
It’s a different kind of sadness, so many pits I’ve ravaged to know the things I speak,
These words are not hollow, they speak from the sorrow of thousands of years in one blink,
Then I sit with the emotions, tides, waves, and oceans, giving credence to the things I’ve seen,
But I’ll tell you where I’m at though, my highest and my new low, Wishing everything is just a dream,
Just a dream, Just a dream, then why can't I fucking sleep.