Here’s to a man, free of his past, the echoes fade but the scars still last. Promised words, they turn to sand, slipping through the calloused hands. I stare down the questions I can’t understand, about life, about love, and where I stand. Empty rooms and hopeful prayers, beginning and ending, it’s all the same air. Letters on a screen, ghosts I can’t read, my thoughts just bleed, they just bleed… Oh, I’ve been living in the gray, searching for peace in the war I made. Dreams like smoke, they fade, they fade, here’s to a man who lost his way. A shadow without a face, a whisper without a name, trying to vanish feels so strange. Haunted nights and poisons sipped, a prayer half-said on trembling lips. Will I be the hero, or just a ghost in my own script? I chase the twilight, bottle in hand, the stars don’t speak, they just demand. My soul, it burns in quiet refrain, from the edges of joy, to the heart of pain. Oh, I’ve been living in the gray, searching for peace in the war I made. Dreams like smoke, they fade, they fade, here’s to a man who lost his way. We rebel, we rage, pretend it’s brave, but the ghost inside just wants to obey. And maybe the day I stopped fighting for free, was the first time the silence set me free. Oh, I’ve been living in the gray, found my truth in the mess I made. Dreams like smoke, they fade, they fade, here’s to a man who found his way. Here’s to a man, free of his past. Free… at last. would you hear me clearly? Would you understand the weight of these words? Or will I be driven mad, still chasing the unfathomable mind? Here’s to a man. Free of his past. Free... at last.
