Morning light through dusty curtains,
Silhouettes of a life left behind.
Footsteps echo in empty rooms,
Talking to shadows, waiting for signs.
Coffee’s bitter, dreams taste stale,
Pages turn, but the story's pale.
I draw the lines, but the colors fade,
Lost in the mess that I’ve made.
Is this life or just a stage?
Am I just a line, fading away?
If I shout into the night,
Will silence answer, will it bite?
If there’s a God, can you hear my prayer?
Caught in the static, I’m lost somewhere.
Pull me out from this endless gray,
Tell me I’m more than just a castaway.
When the world feels paper-thin,
And every breath feels like a sin,
I keep searching for a sign,
That I’m not out of time.
Streetlights hum, but offer no light,
I’m a passenger in this endless night.
Passing faces like faded prints,
Life’s a puzzle with missing hints.
Time slips through like a broken chain,
Laughter echoes but leaves a stain.
Memories play like a record stuck,
Heartbeats ache, but I’m out of luck.
Is this life or just a stage?
Am I just a line, fading away?
If I shout into the night,
Will silence answer, will it bite?
If there’s a God, can you hear my prayer?
Caught in the static, I’m lost somewhere.
Pull me out from this endless gray,
Tell me I’m more than just a castaway.
When the world feels paper-thin,
And every breath feels like a sin,
I keep searching for a sign,
That I’m not out of time.
Bury my voice in the deep darkness,
Walls close in, my world constricts.
The cold hand of fate tightens its grip,
My inner doors are bolted tight.
Shadows crawl into the dying light,
The weight of silence crushes hope.
If nothing but emptiness remains,
Let the void pull me through the chains.
If there’s a God, can you hear my prayer?
Caught in the static, I’m lost somewhere.
Pull me out from this endless gray,
Tell me I’m more than just a castaway.
When the world feels paper-thin,
And every breath feels like a sin,
I keep searching for a sign,
That I’m not out of time.
The clock strikes, but my world stands still,
Every dream crumbles on the hill.
If I’m just a shadow in this skin,
Let me drift where light grows thin.
No more noise, just the freeze,
A quiet fall with no release.
Curtains close, no final line,
Just the dark, and I resign.
Morning light through dusty curtains,
Silhouettes of a life left behind.
Footsteps echo in empty rooms,
Talking to shadows, waiting for signs.
Coffee’s bitter, dreams taste stale,
Pages turn, but the story's pale.
I draw the lines, but the colors fade,
Lost in the mess that I’ve made.
Is this life or just a stage?
Am I just a line, fading away?
If I shout into the night,
Will silence answer, will it bite?
If there’s a God, can you hear my prayer?
Caught in the static, I’m lost somewhere.
Pull me out from this endless gray,
Tell me I’m more than just a castaway.
When the world feels paper-thin,
And every breath feels like a sin,
I keep searching for a sign,
That I’m not out of time.
Streetlights hum, but offer no light,
I’m a passenger in this endless night.
Passing faces like faded prints,
Life’s a puzzle with missing hints.
Time slips through like a broken chain,
Laughter echoes but leaves a stain.
Memories play like a record stuck,
Heartbeats ache, but I’m out of luck.
Is this life or just a stage?
Am I just a line, fading away?
If I shout into the night,
Will silence answer, will it bite?
If there’s a God, can you hear my prayer?
Caught in the static, I’m lost somewhere.
Pull me out from this endless gray,
Tell me I’m more than just a castaway.
When the world feels paper-thin,
And every breath feels like a sin,
I keep searching for a sign,
That I’m not out of time.
Bury my voice in the deep darkness,
Walls close in, my world constricts.
The cold hand of fate tightens its grip,
My inner doors are bolted tight.
Shadows crawl into the dying light,
The weight of silence crushes hope.
If nothing but emptiness remains,
Let the void pull me through the chains.
If there’s a God, can you hear my prayer?
Caught in the static, I’m lost somewhere.
Pull me out from this endless gray,
Tell me I’m more than just a castaway.
When the world feels paper-thin,
And every breath feels like a sin,
I keep searching for a sign,
That I’m not out of time.
The clock strikes, but my world stands still,
Every dream crumbles on the hill.
If I’m just a shadow in this skin,
Let me drift where light grows thin.
No more noise, just the freeze,
A quiet fall with no release.
Curtains close, no final line,
Just the dark, and I resign.