In the glow of neon lights, the city breathes,
Tales of sorrow weaving through the midnight breeze,
Pavement stories echo, lost dreams collide,
On a lonely highway where the shadows reside.
I see my reflection in the window’s frame,
A ghost of who I was, wrapped in forgotten names.
The cold air whispers secrets from years gone by,
While the headlights flicker, chasing clouds across the sky.
City heartbeats pulse beneath the pavement’s skin,
Carrying the weight of what could have been.
Every mile a memory, every turn a sigh,
Underneath a starlit veil, where past and present lie.
Chasing fleeting moments like a fading ghost,
Searching for connection in the things I want the most.
But the road keeps winding, and I’m left behind,
In this dance of shadows, where clarity’s blind.
Lost in the reflection of familiar scars,
Driving through the silence, counting faded stars.
Every corner turned brings a drop of rain,
A symphony of sorrow, a bittersweet refrain.
So I’ll keep holding on, though the night feels long,
Finding strength in echoes, my heart sings along.
In the stillness, I’ll remember what’s true,
And in the warmth of the dawn, I’ll find my way back to you.
As the neon lights flicker, they fade into the blue,
I’ll let go of the sorrow, for something bright and new.
In the quiet of the morning, with the world made whole,
I’ll carry the reflections that have strengthened my soul.
Indie
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