[Intro] (Instrumental) [Verse 1] I learned to want what I can't hold, To crave the warmth when life turns cold. The empty space becomes the need, The hollow ache on which I feed. I built my days on what's not there, On phantom touch and vacant air. The less I have, the more I yearn, For things that never will return. [Pre-Chorus] I'm chasing shadows through the night, Reaching for what's out of sight. The hunger grows with every breath, This slow descent, this quiet death. [Chorus] I'm starving in a room of dust, Where all my dreams collapse to rust. The walls close in, the ceiling falls, I trace your name on empty walls. The silence screams inside my head, I'm haunted by the words unsaid. I'm drinking from a well run dry, Just watching as the days slip by. [Verse 2] The mirror shows a fading face, A ghost who's lost his sense of place. I count the hours, mark the loss, Each memory another cross. The table set for two, but one, The meal goes cold, the day is done. I've learned to live on scraps of light, On borrowed hope through endless night. [Pre-Chorus] I'm building castles out of sand, They crumble in my shaking hand. The ache becomes a second skin, This war I fight, I'll never win. [Chorus] I'm drowning in this still, dead air, Where nothing moves and no one cares. The colour bleeds from everything, I've forgotten how to laugh or sing. The hunger spreads through every bone, I've never felt so damn alone. I'm holding onto threads of smoke, A glass half-empty, always broke. [Verse 3] The pantry's bare, the cupboard's shut, My soul's become a paper cut. I feed on memories gone stale, On promises that always fail. The bed's too wide, the sheets too clean, I'm trapped between what was and been. I've worn this lack down to the wire, A monk who worships cold desire. [Bridge] Nothing left to give. Forgot how to live. Just echoes now. I'm fading out. The well is dry. I don't know why. Still reaching out. Still filled with doubt. [Final Chorus] I'm learning how to live with less, To wear this want just like a dress. The absence shapes me into stone, I've made a home of being alone. The silence doesn't hurt as much, I've grown accustomed to no touch. I'm empty now, but I'm still here, Surviving on the edge of fear. [Outro] The deprivation feels like peace, A kind of sad and sweet release. I've learned to love this hollow space, The nothing that I can't replace.
