I told the kind of lies that leave no trace
Words like whispers, gone to waste.
Built my walls with silken lies,
Truth lay buried beneath the glass.
Dreams of shadows I dare not name,
Falling deeper, I play the game.
I'm a ghost in the echoes, chasing flames,
Shot by love I cannot name.
The truth's a poison, sharp and cold,
A fleeting dream I'll never hold.
The roads I walk are paved with doubt,
The seeds of hope have all burned out.
A garden grew when ruin bled,
Its flowers bright, its roots all dead.
I chased the past but lost my way,
Caught in the dusk, the end of day.
I'm a ghost in the echoes, chasing flames,
Shot by love I cannot name.
The truth's a poison, sharp and cold,
A fleeting dream I'll never hold