[00:01.110]Verse
[00:09.686]Streetlights stretch my shadow long,
[00:14.167]Old scars gather frost like a song.
[00:18.440]You swore love was light, but the night’s too strong—
[00:22.735]Now ashes of wings where I don’t belong.
[00:26.118]Chorus
[00:27.044]I offered fire, hands trembling bare,
[00:31.160]You gave back "hope you’re well" with a stare.
[00:35.498]The cruelest lie? Smiling through the ache,
[00:39.677]Then bolting the door in my own wake.
[00:43.562]Chorus
[00:46.518]Build your walls, drink my past to the last,
[00:50.709]Kindness is sin, trust is broken glass.
[00:54.827]If love’s meant to drown in the undertow,
[00:58.944]Let me sink with the wreckage I know.
[01:03.273]This world wears its cold like a second skin—
[01:07.552]We all walk wounded, bleeding within.
[01:11.483]Bridge
[01:14.016]I bet tears could melt a fortress of steel,
[01:18.127]But stone stays stone—no phantom warmth to feel.
[01:22.442]Now I strike the match left in my hold:
[01:27.228]One last flame to light the road.
[01:30.898]Outro
[01:37.822]Here’s my truce with solitude’s embrace—
[01:42.385]It won’t flinch, I won’t erase.
[01:46.191]When the moon asks where my heart’s been,
[01:50.373]Say that reckless love was just a hymn…
[01:56.553]A coming-of-age gift to myself,
[02:00.196]Paid in full with the silence left.

Verse
Streetlights stretch my shadow long,
Old scars gather frost like a song.
You swore love was light, but the night’s too strong—
Now ashes of wings where I don’t belong.
Chorus
I offered fire, hands trembling bare,
You gave back "hope you’re well" with a stare.
The cruelest lie? Smiling through the ache,
Then bolting the door in my own wake.
Chorus
Build your walls, drink my past to the last,
Kindness is sin, trust is broken glass.
If love’s meant to drown in the undertow,
Let me sink with the wreckage I know.
This world wears its cold like a second skin—
We all walk wounded, bleeding within.
Bridge
I bet tears could melt a fortress of steel,
But stone stays stone—no phantom warmth to feel.
Now I strike the match left in my hold:
One last flame to light the road.
Outro
Here’s my truce with solitude’s embrace—
It won’t flinch, I won’t erase.
When the moon asks where my heart’s been,
Say that reckless love was just a hymn…
A coming-of-age gift to myself,
Paid in full with the silence left.