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The Shadow in the Loud House (Extended) 2 by Sara

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The Shadow in the Loud House (Extended) 2

Emotional Indie Pop

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[Verse 1]
Silence — it crashes around me like a storm inside a jar,
This house thumps loud enough to drown the secrets buried far.
I press my face to frosted glass, where shadows slip and slide,
Hoping for a friend to crack the gray that paints my mind.
[Verse 2]
Morning spills through fractured blinds, the world revs into gear,
Lori’s screen flickers like a moth trapped in a cheer.
Leni flips through colors, blinded by her own delight,
Luna's chords stray wild, pulling the strings of night.
Luan cracks a grin, Lynn's sweat tastes of the fight,
Lola dazzles, Lana digs where tiny green shrivels tight.
Lisa’s mind races where labs glow with a harsh white light,
Lily’s babbles fill the corners kept from day’s bright sight.
Each a flare, while I sink in shades that fade from view,
A quiet note unanswered, dimmed by every hue.
[Chorus]
I’m the shadow sketched in corners you forgot to sweep,
The hush between their laughter, a bloom that won’t leap.
They blaze in blazing colors, I flicker, soft and sly,
Just a broken wire humming where echoes shy.
I’m Lucy Loud in a storm of voice and bone,
A ghost tiptoeing halls that never feel like home.
[Verse 3]
Then Linda steps like spring breaks through stale winter’s breath,
A splash of wild on paper, breaking lines of quiet death.
She races light where I keep storms, finds rhythm where I freeze,
A flash that draws the curtains back to warm the darkest seas.
She peers inside the tempest, reads the tears I never cry,
No questions asked for shadows, just room to breathe and sigh.
[Verse 4]
"Lucy," her voice—a low tide pulling me ashore,
“You’re a poet, a fragile soul who aches and yet soars.”
For a spark, for a moment, warmth cracks the shell I hide,
Her words weave broken patterns into places I can reside.
But hers is a road stretching far beyond this house's walls,
She won’t always chase the silence that around me sprawls.
When she’s gone, quiet drips back, cold as forgotten rain,
Leaving only memory’s chill and the pulse of my pain.
[Chorus]
I’m still the shadow caught where echoes dare not bloom,
The silent thread dissolving in this noisy room.
They shine with burning brilliance, while I fade into the fire,
Just a poem frayed and floating on a rusted wire.
I’m Lucy Loud in the crowd, standing cracked and alone,
Haunting these hollow halls, never fully known.
[Bridge]
And maybe, someday, I’ll find a voice that floats like hers,
A spark to burn the quiet, to stir the sleeping furs.
Till then, I watch the window, tracing ghosts with ink and sighs,
A silhouette against the world, chasing the open skies.
[Chorus]
I’m the shadow that lingers while all the bright lights roar,
A whisper lost in laughter, a secret keeping score.
They blaze, and I flicker, a glow that softly tires,
A poem on a wire, frayed but still inspires.
I’m Lucy Loud, under storm and star,
A silent song spinning from the dark afar.
[Outro]
The house hums loud tonight, a restless, rolling tide,
Linda’s gone, the rooms stretch vast, and I quietly bide.
In the clutch of night, where secrets and silence roam,
I’m Lucy Loud... just the shadow, just me alone.