Shadows fall where silence grew,
I trace the ghosts I never knew.
Broken clocks and fading light,
Still I run into the night.
Wounds that speak in static waves,
Memories I couldn't save.
The past repeats, a hollow sound—
I lose myself, but never drown.
Take me where the echoes die,
Where the sky forgets to cry.
I’m not lost, just out of time,
Waiting for a sign,
Waiting for a sign.
Streetlights blur through tinted glass,
Moments fade, they never last.
Names dissolve like ink in rain,
Every step recalls the pain.
I spoke to silence, begged for truth,
Traded dreams for shattered youth.
Now the mirror looks away,
Afraid of what it might betray.
Take me where the echoes die,
Where the sky forgets to cry.
I’m not lost, just out of time,
Waiting for a sign,
Waiting for a sign.
Waiting for a Sign
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