Forgotten

Seelentanz [Meytsch]

Gezeke Auvray

Seelentanz [Meytsch]

Gothic Chamber Folk, Dark-Ambient

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@Seelentanz / Meytsch 2026

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And eventually, you are nothing anymore... just the girl in the cell... the witch best forgotten!

Playlist - https://suno.com/playlist/86144b6f-94b5-48cc-9f6d-7b522e669235

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[Verse 1]
I know every crack along the wall,
every footstep by the door.
I know when they bring the water in,
but no one comes for me anymore.
The straw stays cold, the nights grow longer,
the cup tastes faintly of rust.
Sometimes they leave a little food,
as if that should be enough.
The rat comes back more faithfully
than any human face.
She takes whatever I leave behind
and never asks my name.

[Pre-Chorus]
How long can someone stay this quiet
before they stop being seen?
How little has to still remain
before they leave you where you’ve been?

[Chorus]
Forgotten.
Not gone. Not free.
Just behind a locked door
no one stops to see.
Forgotten.
Still warm. Still here.
What happens to a witch down here
doesn’t matter anymore.

[Verse 2]
At first they came with questions,
again and again, the same.
Hands on the table, voices flat,
eyes already fixed on blame.
Now even all the questions stopped.
Maybe that is worse.
No one calls me innocent.
No one calls me guilty.
My name is written somewhere
on a sheet of faded grey.
A mark beside it. Maybe a note.
That’s all I am today.

[Pre-Chorus]
Standing up is getting harder.
Sometimes my hands won’t stay still.
And no one sees how little strength
is left beneath my skin.

[Chorus]
Forgotten.
Not gone. Not free.
Just behind a locked door
no one stops to see.
Forgotten.
Still warm. Still here.
What happens to a witch down here
doesn’t matter anymore.

[Instrumental break]

[Bridge]

Maybe someone waits outside.
Maybe someone’s looking still.
Maybe.
Down here it changes nothing.
The keys come.
The keys go.
The footsteps pass me by.
And sometimes I think
even my shadow stays
because it has nowhere else to go.

[Quiet break]

I wasn’t always
this girl inside a cell.
I had a home.
I had paper under my fingers.
I had mornings.
[Final Chorus]
Forgotten.
Not dead. Not free.
Just quieter with every day
that passes without me.
Forgotten.
Still somehow here.
And if no one comes tomorrow,
tomorrow I’ll still be here.

tomorrow I’ll still be here.

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------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 🎶 Es gibt da eine deutsche Community für Suno-Artisten... 🎶 🎶 Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 🎶 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- @Seelentanz / Meytsch 2026 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And eventually, you are nothing anymore... just the girl in the cell... the witch best forgotten! Playlist - https://suno.com/playlist/86144b6f-94b5-48cc-9f6d-7b522e669235 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Verse 1] I know every crack along the wall, every footstep by the door. I know when they bring the water in, but no one comes for me anymore. The straw stays cold, the nights grow longer, the cup tastes faintly of rust. Sometimes they leave a little food, as if that should be enough. The rat comes back more faithfully than any human face. She takes whatever I leave behind and never asks my name. [Pre-Chorus] How long can someone stay this quiet before they stop being seen? How little has to still remain before they leave you where you’ve been? [Chorus] Forgotten. Not gone. Not free. Just behind a locked door no one stops to see. Forgotten. Still warm. Still here. What happens to a witch down here doesn’t matter anymore. [Verse 2] At first they came with questions, again and again, the same. Hands on the table, voices flat, eyes already fixed on blame. Now even all the questions stopped. Maybe that is worse. No one calls me innocent. No one calls me guilty. My name is written somewhere on a sheet of faded grey. A mark beside it. Maybe a note. That’s all I am today. [Pre-Chorus] Standing up is getting harder. Sometimes my hands won’t stay still. And no one sees how little strength is left beneath my skin. [Chorus] Forgotten. Not gone. Not free. Just behind a locked door no one stops to see. Forgotten. Still warm. Still here. What happens to a witch down here doesn’t matter anymore. [Instrumental break] [Bridge] Maybe someone waits outside. Maybe someone’s looking still. Maybe. Down here it changes nothing. The keys come. The keys go. The footsteps pass me by. And sometimes I think even my shadow stays because it has nowhere else to go. [Quiet break] I wasn’t always this girl inside a cell. I had a home. I had paper under my fingers. I had mornings. [Final Chorus] Forgotten. Not dead. Not free. Just quieter with every day that passes without me. Forgotten. Still somehow here. And if no one comes tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll still be here. tomorrow I’ll still be here.

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