Whispers in the dark, a slow decay,
Breathless nights, the light fades away,
In the mirror, I see a ghost,
A shadow of the girl I used to know.
Blood runs cold, time slows to crawl,
A rhythm lost, in the silence of it all,
In my chest, a fragile beat,
Counting moments till we meet.
And I, I feel it slipping,
Life's grip is loosening,
Heart's a fragile echo,
Fading slow, fading slow.
Lonely nights, the stars seem far,
Hoping for a sign, a distant star,
But the weight, it drags me down,
In the deep end, I drown.
Fighting hard, but it's a losing game,
Every breath a whisper of pain,
In my veins, a river dry,
Wishing only to survive.
And I, I feel it slipping,
Life's grip is loosening,
Heart's a fragile echo,
Fading slow, fading slow.
If I could turn back time,
I'd take it all, make it mine,
But the past is set in stone,
And I'm left here alone.
Final verse, the story's told,
A heart too weak, a soul grown old,
In the silence, I make my peace,
With the echoes that never cease.
And I, I feel it slipping,
Life's grip is loosening,
Heart's a fragile echo,
Fading slow, fading slow.
In the end, we all must go,
But in the echoes, we'll still flow,
A fragile beat, a final breath,
In the quiet, I find my rest.