He was a house built of mirrors and smoke
He rewrote a story every time that he spoke
He gave me the keys then changed every lock
Hiding a hollow forever behind the tick of the clock
He tried to trap my mind by the scars of my mother
To keep me prisoner to the ghost of another
But I reached for a truth that he couldn't erase
And saw that my shadows were just the lines on his face
I’m a ghost in the hallway of a house I didn't build
Trying to find a drop of gold in a cup that’s never filled
I’m the anchor for his ego and the fuel for his charade
Watching my own edges start to flicker and to fade
It’s a heavy, hollow cycle, it’s a long and lonely line
And I’m paying for his freedom with every piece of mine
He was a beautiful sunset that turned into a cage
A perfect performance painted over simmering rage
He wanted in my bed but he wouldn't see my heart
Feeding on my fire til there was nothing left to spark
His eyes were always seeking, wandering around the bend
Treating my love like a currency only to spend
He made me feel crazy for seeing through his game
Then stood in the ruins while I walked through the flame
I’m a lighthouse on a coast he’s already left behind
Just a temporary shelter for a restless, roaming mind
He’s gambling my devotion while he’s looking out to sea
And finding every reason not to turn and look at me
I’m the anchor he’s dragging while he’s reaching for the bend
Just a currency he’s counting while he’s looking for the end
He was a masterpiece on a canvas made of debt
The most beautiful, childish trap I’d ever met
He wore sensitivity like a robe to hide the greed
Demanding a mother’s devotion for a man-child’s need
I spent my health like currency to fuel his hollow crown
Watching him build a kingdom just to let it burn me down
I had to mourn the son I lost to get the woman back
And build a brand new kingdom that was never in his grasp
The roof is made of secrets, the floor is made of debt
I’m the only one who’s bleeding for a man who hasn't sweat
He sees me as a mirror or a fire he can spend
A beautiful performance with a dark and bitter end
There’s no light in the corners, just the echoes of his need
And I’m starving in the garden while I’m sowing every seed
Now you’re standing in my kitchen in the quiet of the night
No mirrors in the corners, just a soft and steady light
You don’t offer me a kingdom or a story to believe
With nothing hidden in your hands or tucked inside your sleeve
We’re just two souls colliding in the middle of the floor
Not looking for a window or a lock upon the door
It’s a terrifying rhythm, it’s a terrifying grace
To see a ghostless future in the lines upon your face
We’re hanging paper lanterns where the mirrors used to crack
Leaving little breadcrumbs so we never wander back
The weight is just a dandelion floating in the breeze
Finding home in the silence and the rustle of the trees
The rhythm’s finally ours, like a secret we can keep
Waking up the spirit while the old ghosts fall asleep
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 11:58 AM UTC
He was a house built of mirrors and smoke
He rewrote a story every time that he spoke
He gave me the keys then changed every lock
Hiding a hollow forever behind the tick of the clock
He tried to trap my mind by the scars of my mother
To keep me prisoner to the ghost of another
But I reached for a truth that he couldn't erase
And saw that my shadows were just the lines on his face
I’m a ghost in the hallway of a house I didn't build
Trying to find a drop of gold in a cup that’s never filled
I’m the anchor for his ego and the fuel for his charade
Watching my own edges start to flicker and to fade
It’s a heavy, hollow cycle, it’s a long and lonely line
And I’m paying for his freedom with every piece of mine
He was a beautiful sunset that turned into a cage
A perfect performance painted over simmering rage
He wanted in my bed but he wouldn't see my heart
Feeding on my fire til there was nothing left to spark
His eyes were always seeking, wandering around the bend
Treating my love like a currency only to spend
He made me feel crazy for seeing through his game
Then stood in the ruins while I walked through the flame
I’m a lighthouse on a coast he’s already left behind
Just a temporary shelter for a restless, roaming mind
He’s gambling my devotion while he’s looking out to sea
And finding every reason not to turn and look at me
I’m the anchor he’s dragging while he’s reaching for the bend
Just a currency he’s counting while he’s looking for the end
He was a masterpiece on a canvas made of debt
The most beautiful, childish trap I’d ever met
He wore sensitivity like a robe to hide the greed
Demanding a mother’s devotion for a man-child’s need
I spent my health like currency to fuel his hollow crown
Watching him build a kingdom just to let it burn me down
I had to mourn the son I lost to get the woman back
And build a brand new kingdom that was never in his grasp
The roof is made of secrets, the floor is made of debt
I’m the only one who’s bleeding for a man who hasn't sweat
He sees me as a mirror or a fire he can spend
A beautiful performance with a dark and bitter end
There’s no light in the corners, just the echoes of his need
And I’m starving in the garden while I’m sowing every seed
Now you’re standing in my kitchen in the quiet of the night
No mirrors in the corners, just a soft and steady light
You don’t offer me a kingdom or a story to believe
With nothing hidden in your hands or tucked inside your sleeve
We’re just two souls colliding in the middle of the floor
Not looking for a window or a lock upon the door
It’s a terrifying rhythm, it’s a terrifying grace
To see a ghostless future in the lines upon your face
We’re hanging paper lanterns where the mirrors used to crack
Leaving little breadcrumbs so we never wander back
The weight is just a dandelion floating in the breeze
Finding home in the silence and the rustle of the trees
The rhythm’s finally ours, like a secret we can keep
Waking up the spirit while the old ghosts fall asleep
