Empty Room

Silent shadows dance as the curtain falls

Echoes of a hollow crown on the walls

Watching the throne of the empty room

Where whispers echo and shadows bloom

Oh, here we go—the "I’m the Victim" routine

The finest performance this house has ever seen

You’ve rewritten history, you’ve edited the tapes

While you’re assuming all these holy, hollow shapes

It’s my fault you lied? It’s my fault you strayed?

I should get a trophy for this game that you played

"You’re too sensitive," "You’re imagining things"—

While you’re hiding the dirt and the digital strings

I used to be the fly on the wall, quiet and small

But the wall’s coming down and I’m watching you crawl

You built a pedestal out of thin air

But there’s nobody left to sit in that chair

Hail to the King of the Empty Room!

Master of shadows and the architect of gloom

You love the sound of your own scripted lies

But the narcissist’s crown is just a disguise

Breaking the silence, I’m stepping inside

No more illusions, I won’t be denied

The truth’s a fire burning through the gloom

Reclaiming my voice in the empty room

Echoes fade as the night takes its toll

Leaving behind a fractured soul

But in the silence, I find my tune

Rising from the ashes of the empty room

Music Style Prompt: Melancholic indie rock, introspective mood, acoustic and electric guitars, subtle drums, deep bass.