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…
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