Street lights hum the same old tune.
Footsteps echo empty room.
Your jacket still there on the chair.
The scent of you lingers in the air.
I pour two cups of cold black tea.
Habits are harder than they used to be.
The clock ticks slow, the night drags on.
Another silence, another dawn.
I thought the dark would fade with the light.
I thought the hurt would lose its fight.
But every breath a hollow sound.
Every memory a ghost around.
The glow is faded, the fire is gone.
The words we whispered, now they're unsung.
I'm standing here, stuck in the rain.
Chasing a shadow that won't come again.
The stars are dimming, the sky's turn gray.
The love we built, it crumbled away.
I'm holding on to a broken vow.
Watching our story burn out now.
I pass the cafe where we'd meet.
Saw your favorite seat, empty street.
The jukebox plays our song tonight.
I close my eyes, try not to fight.
The tears that fall.
The quiet ache that won't be masked.
I deleted your number, but not the call.
Some scars don't heal, they just grow tall.
I thought the dark would fade with light.
I thought the hurt would lose its fight.
But every breath a hollow sound.
Every memory a ghost surround.
Oh, the glow is faded, the fire's gone cold.
The words we whispered now they run through.
I'm standing here, stuck in the rain.
Chasing a shadow that won't come again.
All the stars are dimming, the skies are turning gray.
The love we built, it crumbled away.
I'm holding on to a broken vow.
Watching our story burn out now.
I try to erase, try to forget.
Try to feel without regret.
But your voice still echoes in my head.
Every "I love you" left unsaid.
The door is still open a bit.
Still waiting for a sign, I guess.
The silence is the only parade.
Some goodbyes don't have a sound.
They just leave you lost forever.
The glow is fading, the fire's gone cold.
The words we whispered now they're untrue.
I'm standing here, stuck in the rain.
Chasing a shadow that won't come again.
And all the stars are dimming, the sky's turn gray.
The love we built, it crumbled away.
I'm holding on to a broken vow.
Watching our story burn out now.
Street lights on, the same old tune.
Footsteps echo, empty room.
Your jacket still there on the chair.
The scent of you lingers there.