Friends (limbo reprise)

I can't stand being alone anymore.
I'm addicted to dead mens' tragedies.
Hearing about them is a bed time story.
It keeps the monsters away.

My friends never ask anything.
They just listen.
But there's noise in their minds.
Personal drums beating against their ears
shielding them
from any outside contact.

They listen, but they never hear.
They don't know what my voice sounds like,
even though they've listened to me talk
for 10,000 days.

I'm never alone anymore.
But I'm lonely
all the time.

 And it's just the opposite for me.
My friends, they've so many stories.
I read them, in their eyes.
They never say anything,
but I know them better
than I know myself.

I love my friends.
But they're all dead men.
Imaginary men...
They're not men at all.
Their wide eyes.
Noisy minds.
Running on instinct.
Fist and toe.

I'm not one of them,
and I can't stand being alone anymore.
I've got to get out of here.