Missing People Who Are Still Here

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I’m missin’ people… who are still here

We share the same four walls but we’re livin’ like ghosts,
You’re right beside me, but I feel you the most
When you’re silent, starin’ somewhere I can’t ever reach,
Like a message in a bottle that forgot how to speak.
Your shadow hits the floor but your mind’s gone cold,
We were thunder once — now we barely echo.
There’s a war between your heartbeat and the voice in your head,
And I’m still holdin’ on to what we haven’t said.

No slammed door moment, no dramatic line,
Just a slow disappear like a power cut line.

I’m missin’ people who are still here,
Livin’ in the same room, nowhere near.
Reaching for the fire we lost somewhere,
Talkin’ like strangers who don’t even care.
No goodbye, no scream, not even tears,
I’m missin’ people… who are still here.

We’re chasin’ conversations that never hit home,
Breakin’ eye contact like we’re scared to be known.
You dive into a screen like it’s safer than me,
While I drown in the quiet you pretend not to see.
We’re blurry in the mirror where we once looked proud,
We were thunder in the sky — now we’re lost in the cloud.
You’re alive right beside me, but it’s painfully clear,
You’re not gone… just not here.

No scars to show, but it still feels severe,
The ghost of who you were is whisperin' near.

I’m missin’ people who are still here,
Breathin’ but broken beyond the veneer.
We touch but it’s hollow, like atmosphere,
The light’s still on but the soul’s unclear.
No funeral song, just a frozen frontier,
I’m missin’ people… who are still here.

Maybe love isn’t murdered,
Maybe love just fades slow,
Like a crack in the armor
Where the truth starts to show.
And the worst kind of heartbreak
Ain’t the one that disappears…
It’s watchin’ someone die inside
While they’re still right here.

I’m missin’ people who are still here,
Screamin’ for connection through the static and fear.
Standin’ face-to-face but we’re barely sincere,
Love’s a ghost we trapped in a souvenir.
If you can still hear me — drag yourself near,
I’m missin’ people… who are still here.

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I’m missin’ people… who are still here We share the same four walls but we’re livin’ like ghosts, You’re right beside me, but I feel you the most When you’re silent, starin’ somewhere I can’t ever reach, Like a message in a bottle that forgot how to speak. Your shadow hits the floor but your mind’s gone cold, We were thunder once — now we barely echo. There’s a war between your heartbeat and the voice in your head, And I’m still holdin’ on to what we haven’t said. No slammed door moment, no dramatic line, Just a slow disappear like a power cut line. I’m missin’ people who are still here, Livin’ in the same room, nowhere near. Reaching for the fire we lost somewhere, Talkin’ like strangers who don’t even care. No goodbye, no scream, not even tears, I’m missin’ people… who are still here. We’re chasin’ conversations that never hit home, Breakin’ eye contact like we’re scared to be known. You dive into a screen like it’s safer than me, While I drown in the quiet you pretend not to see. We’re blurry in the mirror where we once looked proud, We were thunder in the sky — now we’re lost in the cloud. You’re alive right beside me, but it’s painfully clear, You’re not gone… just not here. No scars to show, but it still feels severe, The ghost of who you were is whisperin' near. I’m missin’ people who are still here, Breathin’ but broken beyond the veneer. We touch but it’s hollow, like atmosphere, The light’s still on but the soul’s unclear. No funeral song, just a frozen frontier, I’m missin’ people… who are still here. Maybe love isn’t murdered, Maybe love just fades slow, Like a crack in the armor Where the truth starts to show. And the worst kind of heartbreak Ain’t the one that disappears… It’s watchin’ someone die inside While they’re still right here. I’m missin’ people who are still here, Screamin’ for connection through the static and fear. Standin’ face-to-face but we’re barely sincere, Love’s a ghost we trapped in a souvenir. If you can still hear me — drag yourself near, I’m missin’ people… who are still here.

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