The Song I Lost

[Verse 1] I used to write to feel alive, To capture truths I couldn’t hide. But now it’s just a hollow sound, Lost in lines that don’t resound. I wrote for meaning, now it’s gone, Now I’m left here holding on. I used to write to feel the fight, To carve my truths in every line. But now it’s just a hollow sound, A shadow where the meaning dies. Where’s the fire that used to burn? The lessons I had to learn? [Pre-Chorus] I used to bleed in every verse, But now it feels just so rehearsed. Where did the truth go, when did it burst? I knew the reasons to the songs I wrote, They held the stories my heart once spoke. A sweet release, a fire in my bones, Now I’m digging for verses I used to own. [Chorus] I wrote for truth, I wrote to breathe, But now the words don’t come so easily. I’m searching for something I can’t find, Chasing the meaning I left behind. I don’t know how to find my way back, To the song I lost, to the words I had. [Verse 2] I used to write for moments that shook me, The battles, the love, the pain that took me. But now it’s just the same tired sound, Empty words that don’t hit the ground. I’ve forgotten what I used to feel, Lost the music that used to heal, The reason’s changed, and it’s tearing me slow, Did I sell my soul for a fleeting show? Is it all in vain, just a spark I let go? Something inside me don’t feel like home. [Pre-Chorus] I used to write for the truth I believed, Now I just write to fill the need. What happened to the fire that kept me alive? The words that bled, the stories that thrived. Am I just a writer chasing ghosts, A hollow shell, an empty host? [Bridge] What happened to the fire that lit my soul? To the stories that made me whole? Now it’s just empty space and air, A writer with nothing left to share. The reason’s gone, and I’m sinking in shame, Can a song still carry my oldest flame? Is it all a dream I let slip away? Nothing inside me feels okay. [Chorus] I wrote for truth, I wrote to breathe, But now the words don’t come so easily. I’m searching for something I can’t find, Chasing the meaning I left behind. I don’t know how to find my way back, To the song I lost, to the words I had. [Outro] I don’t know when I lost my way, Or when I let the music start to fade. It’s a battle, do I go or stay? Lost in the verses I never say. I don’t know when the meaning left, But I’ll keep writing—trying to find what’s left. (What’s left…)