
Hidden in the Forgotten Spaces.
(Verse 1) In velvet and lace, a fragile, hopeful glow, I walked the world openly, letting my true colours show. Believed in gentle whispers, in a touch that understood, A sensitive soul, looking for light where it stood. But the painted smiles hid venom, the promises turned to lies, Beneath the mask of friendship, I saw the truth in their eyes. My spirit, once so vibrant, a banner held so high, Was left for dead and broken, beneath a darkening sky. (Pre-Chorus) The jeers became blunt weapons, the soft hands turned to fists, Every loving utterance, now a wound that persists. Betrayed by every comfort, every solace I embraced, My faith in human kindness, utterly erased. (Chorus) So I wander now the ruins, where the ghosts of hope reside, Through forgotten factory shells, where shadows softly glide. No longer do I yearn for a hand to hold, a voice to hear, Just the silence of the abandoned, calming every fear. Love's a cruel illusion, a phantom I once chased, Now I'm the hollow echo, utterly erased, utterly erased. (Verse 2) The choked-out urban gardens, the bridges dark and low, Where no human footsteps linger, is where my spirit goes. I sift through dust and wreckage, a mirror to my soul, A patchwork of dispassion, finally made whole. The distant city hum, a siren I despise, A constant, nagging threat, behind my weary eyes. I slip between the fissures, unseen, unheard, unknown, A shadow amongst shadows, perfectly alone. (Pre-Chorus) The memory of their laughter, at my genuine despair, Still echoes in the quiet, a burden I must bear. No comfort in their presence, no truth in their embrace, Just the cold, hard certainty of this desolate, empty space. (Chorus) So I wander now the ruins, where the ghosts of hope reside, Through forgotten factory shells, where shadows softly glide. No longer do I yearn for a hand to hold, a voice to hear, Just the silence of the abandoned, calming every fear. Love's a cruel illusion, a phantom I once chased, Now I'm the hollow echo, utterly erased, utterly erased. (Bridge) The boy who dreamt of solace, of acceptance pure and deep, Is buried 'neath the rubble, where the fractured secrets sleep. My heart's a sealed-off chamber, where no warm light can seep inside, Just the whispering of malice, where my wounded spirit died. I shed the colours they despised, the softness they abhorred, Now I'm just a silhouette, with no future to be explored. (Outro) No longer seeking solace, no longer chasing light, Just an endless, lonely journey, through the eternal night. I am the forgotten one, in the spaces no one seeks, A silent, solitary vow, that only silence speaks. And I will never be found. Never want to be found... Alone.

