Splinters of Goodbye

progressive rock, avant-garde industrial, grunge

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Title: Splinters of Goodbye

[Verse 1] Alora, in the hush between the rain, Your creamy ivory skin still lingers in my mind— Eyes, aqua-blue with lilac flecks, burning bright, Copper hair, deep as autumn, rich and untamed, This world unraveling, threads coming undone.

[Verse 2] Your laughter was sunlight, wild in the meadow, Hands I once held through the dark. Now war drums call me far from the river, Love’s echo fading, leaving only marks.

[Chorus] I am torn: betrothed to a life not my own, Bound to a golden-haired stranger with moss-green eyes, Dragged from the orchard, from the marrow of home. Alora, your colors haunt me in every spring— Splinters of goodbye in everything.

[Verse 3] Once we were wild, unbroken, Running through dew, chasing our fears. Now I gather promises like brittle tokens, Crushed by the weight of these unwanted years.

[Verse 4] Letters I wrote you, hidden in trees, Ink bleeding secrets under the bark. Sometimes I hear you in the hush of the leaves, Soft as regret, sharp as the dark.

[Bridge] If I call your name to the dust, Will you hear me where sunlight won’t go? When silence is heavy and longing is just A splinter of hope in the undertow.

[Verse 5] I walk the road with boots full of sorrow, The mud of farewell clinging to my skin. I borrow tomorrow, but it feels hollow— Every mile further from where we begin.

[Verse 6] Dreams flicker out in the lantern’s reflection, Hope is a rumor I hear from afar. I count every loss, every missed connection, Wishing you’d find me wherever you are.

[Bridge 2] I don’t know if a heart can survive When it’s torn from the only love ever known. I carry your memory just to stay alive— But I’m lost, half-empty, half-stone.

[Outro] Splinters of goodbye Splinters of goodbye How does anyone survive? Splinters of goodbye Splinters of goodbye Never whole, never aligned.

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Title: Splinters of Goodbye [Verse 1] Alora, in the hush between the rain, Your creamy ivory skin still lingers in my mind— Eyes, aqua-blue with lilac flecks, burning bright, Copper hair, deep as autumn, rich and untamed, This world unraveling, threads coming undone. [Verse 2] Your laughter was sunlight, wild in the meadow, Hands I once held through the dark. Now war drums call me far from the river, Love’s echo fading, leaving only marks. [Chorus] I am torn: betrothed to a life not my own, Bound to a golden-haired stranger with moss-green eyes, Dragged from the orchard, from the marrow of home. Alora, your colors haunt me in every spring— Splinters of goodbye in everything. [Verse 3] Once we were wild, unbroken, Running through dew, chasing our fears. Now I gather promises like brittle tokens, Crushed by the weight of these unwanted years. [Verse 4] Letters I wrote you, hidden in trees, Ink bleeding secrets under the bark. Sometimes I hear you in the hush of the leaves, Soft as regret, sharp as the dark. [Bridge] If I call your name to the dust, Will you hear me where sunlight won’t go? When silence is heavy and longing is just A splinter of hope in the undertow. [Chorus] I am torn: betrothed to a life not my own, Bound to a golden-haired stranger with moss-green eyes, Dragged from the orchard, from the marrow of home. Alora, your colors haunt me in every spring— Splinters of goodbye in everything. [Verse 5] I walk the road with boots full of sorrow, The mud of farewell clinging to my skin. I borrow tomorrow, but it feels hollow— Every mile further from where we begin. [Verse 6] Dreams flicker out in the lantern’s reflection, Hope is a rumor I hear from afar. I count every loss, every missed connection, Wishing you’d find me wherever you are. [Bridge 2] I don’t know if a heart can survive When it’s torn from the only love ever known. I carry your memory just to stay alive— But I’m lost, half-empty, half-stone. [Chorus] I am torn: betrothed to a life not my own, Bound to a golden-haired stranger with moss-green eyes, Dragged from the orchard, from the marrow of home. Alora, your colors haunt me in every spring— Splinters of goodbye in everything. [Outro] Splinters of goodbye Splinters of goodbye How does anyone survive? Splinters of goodbye Splinters of goodbye Never whole, never aligned. [AlorawithDragon Music 2026 (C) All Rights Reserved]

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