[Verse 1] I wake beneath another morning that doesn't know you disappeared. Every room still holds your outline. Every silence sounds too clear. I keep reaching for the places where your hands used to remain. Nothing answers. Nothing changes. Nothing leaves without a stain. [Pre-Chorus] If I could tear this emptiness out from beneath my skin— would there be anything left within? [Chorus] You left the shape of your absence carved into me. A hollow where something used to be. And every night I tell myself I'll learn to let you go— then morning comes and proves I don't. [Verse 2] I have tried to call this healing. I have tried to name it time. But every word I place around it only draws another line. Some days I almost feel nothing. Some days nothing feels like peace. Then one memory moves inside me and the wound refuses to release. [Pre-Chorus] If I could tear this emptiness out from beneath my skin— would there be anything left within? [Chorus] You left the shape of your absence carved into me. A hollow where something used to be. And every night I tell myself I'll learn to let you go— then morning comes and proves I don't. [Bridge] I don't want another answer. I don't want another lie. I don't need to call this beautiful just because I survived. Let it hurt. Let it stay. Let it be what it became. Some wounds close. Some wounds leave a shape. [Final Chorus] You left the shape of your absence carved into me. A hollow where something used to be. And maybe I will carry it long after you are gone— not because I chose the pain, but because I once held on. You left the shape of your absence. I still know every line. And even when the wound grows quiet— it will always have your shape inside. [Outro] Some things leave. Some things leave a shape.
