[Arrangement: Keep Minimal Changes] Your fingers trace where the shadows hide, I wear the proof just beneath the light. Soft disguise on the skin I show, A garden that blooms where the hurt still grows. You never ask, you never see, The marks you left still follow me. Quiet damage, slow and deep, It tells the story I couldn’t speak. Under the silence, under the skin, Quiet damage remembers again. I cover up, but it never fades, A map of the love we never made. Each mark remains, a lullaby, Hummed by the ghosts we left behind. Quiet damage, slow and deep, It tells the story I couldn’t speak. Under the silence, under the skin, Quiet damage remembers again. Every color slips away, But the memory stays. Soft as breath, sharp as pain, I wear your shadow like a stain. Quiet damage, slow and deep, It tells the story I couldn’t speak. Soft disguise I can’t let go, The ache beneath still finds its glow.
