Oh, I’m lost in the echoes,
Chasing lights that never show.
A house of cards, it falls apart,
Dreams so grand, yet far below.
A heavy clock, it keeps its pace,
I chase a dream, a fleeting race.
With borrowed hues, a brighter shade,
A life imagined, truth delayed.
The glow they have, the lives they frame,
I fight the mirror, dodge the blame.
I weave my tales, a perfect thread,
A fiction built inside my head.
Through wires and screens, I shape my name,
A kingdom built on fragile fame.
But cracks appear, the story breaks,
A hollow crown, my own mistake.
Oh, I’m lost in the echoes,
Chasing lights that never show.
A house of cards, it falls apart,
Dreams so grand, yet far below.
When I was small, they trailed behind,
Their faces plain, their voices blind.
But now their skies are painted gold,
While I stay locked in what I sold.
A bitter drink, I raise the glass,
To all the dreams that couldn’t last.
I sigh alone, the moments fade,
A fleeting spark in shadows laid.
When I was small, they trailed behind,
Their faces plain, their voices blind.
But now their skies are painted gold,
While I stay locked in what I sold.
A bitter drink, I raise the glass,
To all the dreams that couldn’t last.
I sigh alone, the moments fade,
A fleeting spark in shadows laid.
Oh, I’m lost in the echoes,
Chasing lights that never show.
A house of cards, it falls apart,
Dreams so grand, yet far below.
Oh, I’m lost in the echoes,
Chasing lights that never show.
A house of cards, it falls apart,
Dreams so grand, yet far below.
Oh, I’m lost in the echoes