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Shadows on the Walls 1 by sonia

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Shadows on the Walls 1

indie pop

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Lyrics
Description
[Verse 1]
Oh silent rooms where whispers fall like rain,
Crowded halls but I’m numb to the sound again.
Shadows flicker, hands reach but never stay,
Faces bloom like flowers hiding cracks away.
Every smile weighs heavy, worn like old shoes,
Carrying stories I swear I never told you.
Pieces scattered, jigsaw skies unmade,
I stopped counting fragments thrown across the shade.
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold a flicker, fight the invading dark,
Searching for a bruise of light, a fainted spark.
[Chorus]
Beautiful the mess we made, colors running dry,
Are we lost or just misplaced beneath a bruising sky?
Memories like ragged pages torn between the lines,
Silent rooms and crowded halls—our tangled signs.
[Verse 2]
Footsteps echo in a hallway crowded but still alone,
Plastic laughter masks the weight carved in stone.
Paint peels from walls where we hung our dreams,
Fading vibrance, softer than it seems.
I trace the outlines of a smile that’s half my own,
Patterns breaking in the light we had once known.
The mess we tangled in, beautiful and unrefined,
Like cracked glass catching every piece of time.
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold a flicker, fight the invading dark,
Searching for a bruise of light, a fainted spark.
[Chorus]
Beautiful the mess we made, colors running dry,
Are we lost or just misplaced beneath a bruising sky?
Memories like ragged pages torn between the lines,
Silent rooms and crowded halls—our tangled signs.
[Bridge]
Fingertips graze broken edges, cold and raw,
Tracing the scars, the silent stories they draw.
Not all wounds show, but they bleed in quiet ways,
Holding on, holding light, through the grey haze.
[Chorus]
Beautiful the mess we made, colors running dry,
Are we lost or just misplaced beneath a bruising sky?
Memories like ragged pages torn between the lines,
Silent rooms and crowded halls—our tangled signs.
[Outro]
Shadows dancing sideways on forgotten walls,
In silent rooms where the last light falls.