I miss my friend.
I want to talk to him.
but I don't know how.
I don't even know where he is.
and it kills me to know it's my fault I lost my chance.

But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could

Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears