[Verse 1] I’m chasing ghosts in broken sound, Their voices fade when I reach out. A half-lost melody slips from my grip Every word feels borrowed, And the page just stares me down. [Pre-Chorus] Everything I write caves in again, Like a light that burns out right as it begins. [Chorus] ’Cause the harder I try, the more it repeats Every line feels like déjà vu to the beat. All my colors blur into yesterday, Same old rhythm, dressed in a new cliché. Yeah, inspiration tastes like ash tonight, But something unfinished still wants to ignite. [Verse 2] I cut these verses from old scars, Calling them new just to get this far. The beat stumbles ’cause it knows the truth I'm faking fire and I can't break through I I reach for something honest, But it slips right past my hands. [Bridge] How many times can I praise The same ghost with a different face? I trade truth for something pretty Call it art, call it symmetry. But even silence sings back loud, Like it’s calling me out. [Final Chorus] I built cathedrals out of quiet nights, Praying they’d echo something I couldn’t write. But the voice that answers still sounds like me Unfinished, unraveling, dying to break free. Yeah, the harder I try, the more it repeats But maybe the spark is hiding underneath. If there's something left that wants to fight I’ll drag it kicking back into the light. [Post-Chorus] If the song won’t come, I’ll let it be Maybe the quiet’s writing it for me.
