Verse 1] The walls are quiet, but they hum like a tune, The clock keeps spinning, but it’s stuck on noon. I tried to leave, but the door won’t budge, This place is a prison, and I’m holding the grudge. Your voice is a shadow, soft in my brain, A quiet whisper through the noise and the strain. I trace the cracks like a map of regret, Every step forward’s another I forget. [Pre-Chorus] I act the part, but the script feels wrong, Sing hallelujah, but it’s a hollow song. The lights burn bright, but the stage is cold, Chasing a story I’ll never be told. [Chorus] You’re in my head, and I can’t escape, Every thought I push just takes your shape. Ave Maria plays on repeat, A prayer for the broken that feels bittersweet. [Verse 2] The bottles are empty, the ashtrays are full, This place smells like time that’s grown dull. The mirror’s a stranger with familiar eyes, I laugh, but it sounds like a cheap disguise. The ceiling fan wobbles, it’s spinning too slow, The air feels heavy, but there’s nowhere to go. I pen a letter to the ghost in my chest, But the words don’t answer; they just confess. [Pre-Chorus] I act the part, but the lines don’t stick, The rhythm falters, the tempo’s sick. The scenes feel scattered, the curtains frayed, But I keep performing the choices I’ve made. [Chorus] You’re in my head, and I can’t escape, Every thought I push just takes your shape. Ave Maria plays on repeat, A prayer for the broken that feels bittersweet. [Bridge] There’s a crack in the window that lets in the light, A promise that morning will follow the night. The sound of the city is faint, but it’s real, A world outside this one I can’t help but feel. And maybe the prison is partly my own, Built from the weight of the seeds I’ve sown. But if I can walk, I can learn to run, This story’s not over, it’s only begun. [Outro] You’re in my head, but I’ll make my way, Through the weight of the words I couldn’t say. Ave Maria hums soft and low, A prayer for the lost, for the seeds that grow.