There's a room full of shadows, where the laughter has died. Broken hearts on the carpet, no one by my side. I hear echoes of whispers, that we never could own. Now I walk down this hallway, feeling colder than stone. She was a spark in the dark, now it's faded to gray. Promises whispered, that we let slip away. She had dreams like a kite, now they've drifted from sight. I keep chasing the past, in the middle of night. She didn't make it, no, she didn't make it. Fell apart when the world started to cave in. Lost the passion, lost the fire, she couldn't win. She didn't make it, oh, she didn't make it. Love's a game we were playing, but we lost all control. And the clocks kept on ticking, stealing part of our soul. We were falling together, now we're falling apart. She didn't make it through the storm of her heart. Every step she would take, was a tremble in time. Every breath, every moment, another lifeline. Could have held her much tighter, could have fought through the pain. But we crashed into silence, like November rain. She didn't make it, no, she didn't make it. Fell apart when the world started to cave in. Lost her passion, lost her fire, she couldn't win. She didn't make it, oh, she didn't make it. © Artanne - 2025