Well, the night is long,
and the silence stings,
messages like whispers,
caught on invisible strings.
How will you know what to do,
when the truth feels like a game,
and the words that fall from your lips,
are just echoes of shame?
In this world of quick decisions,
where every glance can deceive,
the heart wears a mask,
and the soul learns to grieve.
A liar’s tongue can spin a tale,
but the heart knows the score,
underestimate the shadows,
and you’ll find you’re wanting more.
Oh, we’re different features
of the same old face,
chasing memories like ghosts,
in this empty, crowded space.
Time’s a thief in the night,
it moves like a restless tide,
risking everything for a moment,
when the truth can’t be denied.
So we reach across the darkness,
with hands that tremble and shake,
searching for that flicker,
in a world that feels so fake.
And when the morning breaks,
with the dawn’s gentle light,
we’ll find the strength to rise,
and make our shadows bright.