The words you spoke were never true,
You don’t care now—you never do.
You never saw the tears I hide,
Or knew the storm I hold inside.
Your soft goodbyes, they never came,
That silence lit the hardest flame.
We built a world from day to day…
But I died when you walked away.
You saw me once, and thought I’d healed—
The pain I wore remained concealed.
I smiled, I laughed, I played the part,
While sorrow gnawed right through my heart.
When you came back, your touch had changed,
No warmth, no home—just hearts estranged.
No comfort left, no safe retreat,
Just memories cold and incomplete.
You used me up for fleeting fire,
I gave myself to your desire.
And every night, in silent cries,
I begged for peace beneath the lies.
So once again, I’ll softly say:
I truly died that bitter day.
Go live your life, pretend it’s right—
Don’t turn around, stay out of sight.
You wouldn’t look back anyway.
Not when I begged for you to stay.
I’m not your ghost, I’m not your flame.
I’m just the echo of your name.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 9:21 PM UTC
The words you spoke were never true,
You don’t care now—you never do.
You never saw the tears I hide,
Or knew the storm I hold inside.
Your soft goodbyes, they never came,
That silence lit the hardest flame.
We built a world from day to day…
But I died when you walked away.
You saw me once, and thought I’d healed—
The pain I wore remained concealed.
I smiled, I laughed, I played the part,
While sorrow gnawed right through my heart.
When you came back, your touch had changed,
No warmth, no home—just hearts estranged.
No comfort left, no safe retreat,
Just memories cold and incomplete.
You used me up for fleeting fire,
I gave myself to your desire.
And every night, in silent cries,
I begged for peace beneath the lies.
So once again, I’ll softly say:
I truly died that bitter day.
Go live your life, pretend it’s right—
Don’t turn around, stay out of sight.
You wouldn’t look back anyway.
Not when I begged for you to stay.
I’m not your ghost, I’m not your flame.
I’m just the echo of your name.