You got a grain and I'm going against it
You thought we were the same? You really fucking missed it
A point of view that is happy and bright
No post traumatic stress that pulls you down with might
I don't really care that we're in the same room
Our outlooks on life are completely out of tune
You're nothing like me and I'm nothing like you
I've got a bad case of the low down blues
I'm going against your grain
Begging and pleading to hold my hand
I ain't searching for peace and it's you I can't stand
There ain't a single mold in which I fit
But truth be told, I don't give a shit
You shoot for the stars swearing that you'll win
I'm headed towards the light eager for the end
You're all just a burden to me anyways
Now go on and let me be until I finally decay
I'm going against your grain
Greyscale skies consume my brain
I've got nothing but fucking hate
Don't you say that we are the same
Against your grain till my dying day