Different Kind of Tears

Locked bedroom door I sit, head in my hands, only these four walls understand.
This sort of emptiness holding the key.
I’m trying to breath.
It’s a different kind of hurt.
It’s a different kind of lonely.
It’s a deeper kind of pain.
Don’t act like you know this.
Cause what you don’t see is buried inside of me.
All these cries always trying to disappear.
It’s a different kind of tears.
Taught a perfect life was one I’d never know.
Is it loneliness or being alone.
Will this heaviness swallow my fight?
It just might.
It’s a different kind of hurt.
It’s a different kind of lonely.
It’s a deeper kind of pain.
Don’t act like you know this.
Cause what you don’t see,
is buried inside of me.
All these cries always trying to disappear.
These are different kind of tears.
It ain’t easy, believing in believing…
Cause what you don’t see is buried inside of me.
All these cries always trying to disappear.
It’s a different kind of tears.