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Echoes of Yesterday 1 by Viketo

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Echoes of Yesterday 1

indie pop

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light fades slow on the cracked sidewalk,
old café windows fogged with time.
a faded hat left on the back of a chair—
whispers curl in the smoky air.
i catch a glimpse in the corner of my mind,
a scrapbook worn, with fragile lines.
every page a hush, a soft refrain,
moments held tight, like drops of rain.
these echoes of yesterday still hum inside,
like worn-out records playing songs i've memorized.
they pull me back, but don’t weigh me down,
carving out the footprints i left on this ground.
echoes of yesterday, lighting up the night,
a fading glow that still feels right.
(echoes of yesterday)
sidewalk cracks bloom with tiny weeds,
laughter spills from a broken street.
old photographs stitched in faded hues,
a clock unwinds, revealing clues.
i trace the edges of those silent frames,
faint voices calling out my name.
in every shadow, a story held,
of all i lost and never yelled.
these echoes of yesterday still hum inside,
like worn-out records playing songs i've memorized.
they pull me back, but don’t weigh me down,
carving out the footprints i left on this ground.
echoes of yesterday, lighting up the night,
a fading glow that still feels right.
(echoes of yesterday)
underneath that cracked glow of the streetlamp’s eye,
i find a warmth that never learns to die.
not a place, not a time—but a feeling alive,
soft and stubborn, it helps me survive.
these echoes of yesterday still hum inside,
like worn-out records playing songs i've memorized.
they pull me back, but don’t weigh me down,
carving out the footprints i left on this ground.
echoes of yesterday, lighting up the night,
a fading glow that still feels right.
(echoes of yesterday)
so i’ll hold these echoes close, like fireflies in jars,
guiding me quietly back to where we are.