[Verse 1 — ghostly female vocals, minor key piano, distant echo]
I found you in the wreckage where the lost ones tend to hide,
Your hands were cold as winter, but they pulled me back to life.
We walked through burning ruins with the ashes in our hair,
Two fractured souls pretending we were more than our despair.
Your smile was made of sorrow, carved from everything you bled—
But I held it like a promise no one else had ever read.
[Pre-Chorus — trembling strings, tension building]
And I should’ve known the darkness wasn’t done with you,
But I followed anyway, the way the dying chase the moon.
[Chorus — heavy drums, echoing vocals, tragic and soaring]
You gave me wings soaked in shadows and rain,
Lifted me high just to fall through your pain.
Every hope I carried shattered hard against your flame,
Yet I kept burning, whispering your name.
Even now, when the night claws at my sleep—
Your wings are the scars I keep.
[Verse 2 — whispered delivery, low cello, heartbeat-like percussion]
You said the world was hollow, nothing left worth holding close,
But I clung to you like prayer, to the skeleton of hope.
Your nightmares spilled like poison into every place we touched,
And still I stayed—too desperate, too devoted, far too much.
But love can’t heal a darkness that refuses light to stay,
So you tore your wings from mine and slowly flew away.
[Pre-Chorus 2 — haunting, thin, almost breaking]
And now I hear the silence where your heartbeat used to be—
A reminder of the truth I never wanted to believe.
[Chorus — darker, heavier, emotionally cracked]
You gave me wings soaked in shadows and rain,
Lifted me high just to drown in your pain.
Every dream I carried died the moment you let go,
And I fell screaming through the ghost of what we’d known.
Even now, when the dark begins to creep—
Your wings are the scars I keep.
[Bridge — icy vocals, echo chamber feel, slow decay]
If I could turn the hours back, I’d still run to your despair,
Fold myself into your chaos just to feel you standing there.
But love can’t raise the dead, and you were dying from the start—
A fading spark of tragedy buried deep inside my heart.
[Final Chorus — hollow, stripped down, then collapsing into distortion]
You gave me wings that were broken from the start,
Stitched with your sorrow, tied tight to my heart.
And I still soar through the memory of your fall—
A ghost in the ruins of it all.
Even now, when the shadows sink too deep—
Your wings are the scars I keep.
