Latina Bass - Who has time for me today?

Who has time for me today? I wander where the neon bleeds, Past concrete souls and hollow needs. The rain is drumming on the street below, While shadows rush with nowhere to go. The lights are flickering, cold and gray, My voice is drowned and swept away. I reach out through the dark and haze, To find but ghosts in a hollow maze. Who has time for me today? Or is the world too far away? No one shares a word with me, In this cold periphery. I call into the still, deep night: Who guards me in the blinding light? We chase the dreams that crack and shatter, And trade our hearts for empty chatter. [Yeah] Within my room, the blue light glares, A digital ghost that sits and stares. Friends online, yet worlds apart, With hollow likes and a coded heart. I type my soul into the void, By silence wrecked and then destroyed. A plastic smile, a fake embrace, A broken spark in a crowded space. Who has time for me today? I call into the still, deep night: Who guards me in the blinding light? We chase the dreams that crack and shatter, And trade our hearts for empty chatter. Who has time for me today? Or is the world too far away? No one shares a word with me, In this cold periphery. [Yeah] Who has time for me today? Beside the tracks, the trains race by, A blur of gray beneath the sky. A stranger’s smile is caught and lost, The world spins on at a bitter cost. The clock is thumping in my chest, A restless heart that finds no rest. I crave a spark in the frozen air, But breathe in only cold despair. Who has time for me today? Or is the world too far away? No one shares a word with me, In this cold periphery. I call into the still, deep night: Who guards me in the blinding light? We chase the dreams that crack and shatter, And trade our hearts for empty chatter. [Yeah] Old memories play like a broken reel, Back when the touch was warm and real. Now every ghost is virtual, A swipe to the left is terminal. I build my bridges out of glass, They break before the shadows pass. The city pulse runs through my veins, Yet I am bound in crowded lanes. Who has time for me today? Or is the world too far away? No one shares a word with me, In this cold periphery. I call into the still, deep night: Who guards me in the blinding light? We chase the dreams that crack and shatter, And trade our hearts for empty chatter. Perhaps it’s me, deep in my core, The walls I built, the bolted door. From fear of heights, or a sudden dive, I hide in a cage just to stay alive. Today I’ll tear the iron down, To find a soul in this silent town. But streets are bare and echoes sound, Does anyone walk this hallowed ground? Who has time for me today? Who has time for me today? Or is the world too far away? No one shares a word with me, In this cold periphery. I call into the still, deep night: Who guards me in the blinding light? We chase the dreams that crack and shatter, And trade our hearts for empty chatter. The silence roars, a deafening sound, Where masks are worn and truths are drowned. The words are acid on the skin, A bed of thorns with no one in. How long until the turning tide, Until the chains are cast aside? Until the storm finds its release, Or the horizon burns with peace? Who has time for me today? Who has time for me today? Or is the world too far away? No one shares a word with me, In this cold periphery. I call into the still, deep night: Who guards me in the blinding light? We chase the dreams that crack and shatter, And trade our hearts for empty chatter. [Yeah] Who has time for me today?