LYRICS: Enjoying this? Like and subscribe-it means the world to me! More awesome content coming your way! [Verse 1] In the cloudy glass reflection, I see myself in shattered lines. A face lost somewhere in time, A body shaped by life’s careless hand. [Pre-Chorus] The streets whisper their secrets, Steps that never truly were mine. They echo like shadows on pavement, Carrying grudges that never decline. [Chorus] And love was just a stumble, A ringing phone that died away. Sweet and bitter words still linger, Like stolen candy, they chose to stay. [Verse 2] The system gnaws like a moth, Chewing dreams in endless dues. Screams fade into the glass, And silence speaks for those who lose. [Bridge] I’m the pages of an unfinished book, Stained by coffee and hurried scrawls. A sentence left to hang, And no one reads the rest at all. [Chorus] And love was just a stumble, A ringing phone that died away. Sweet and bitter words still linger, Like stolen candy, they chose to stay. [Outro] Who writes the ending to this story? Who reads the lines we leave behind? I’m just fragments, torn and scattered, An echo lost, no voice to find.
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[Verse 1]
In the cloudy glass reflection,
I see myself in shattered lines.
A face lost somewhere in time,
A body shaped by life’s careless hand.
[Pre-Chorus]
The streets whisper their secrets,
Steps that never truly were mine.
They echo like shadows on pavement,
Carrying grudges that never decline.
[Chorus]
And love was just a stumble,
A ringing phone that died away.
Sweet and bitter words still linger,
Like stolen candy, they chose to stay.
[Verse 2]
The system gnaws like a moth,
Chewing dreams in endless dues.
Screams fade into the glass,
And silence speaks for those who lose.
[Bridge]
I’m the pages of an unfinished book,
Stained by coffee and hurried scrawls.
A sentence left to hang,
And no one reads the rest at all.
[Chorus]
And love was just a stumble,
A ringing phone that died away.
Sweet and bitter words still linger,
Like stolen candy, they chose to stay.
[Outro]
Who writes the ending to this story?
Who reads the lines we leave behind?
I’m just fragments, torn and scattered,
An echo lost, no voice to find.