[Intro]
(tick… tick… tick…)
No sleep again.
(shhh… quiet…)
Breathe in — hold — release —
but he’s still there. (still there…)
Verse 1
Tossing, turning — walls closing in,
Eyes wide open, replaying sin.
Shadows crawl across my bed,
I’m awake inside my head.
Every whisper’s got his tone,
Every silence — I’m not alone.
Heartbeats stagger, fear takes shape,
Dreams and nightmares intertwine — no escape.
*(“wake up… wake up…”) *
Pre-Chorus
I shut my eyes — he pulls me through,
A dream that feels too close, too true.
Hands reach out, but they’re not mine,
I’m caught between the fault and line.
Chorus
Tossing and turning, haunted still,
These echoes bite, they bend my will.
Can’t find peace, can’t find sleep,
These ghosts are promises I couldn’t keep.
Tossing and turning — can’t break free,
The dark remembers more than me.
I reach for calm, but I just drown,
In echoes I can’t quiet down.
(“quiet down… quiet down…”)
Verse 2
Dreams rewind what I can’t erase,
Every truth wears a stranger’s face.
I see the fall, I hear the fight,
But it’s all in whispers — out of sight.
Walls breathe slow, lights flicker red,
Every tear repeats what’s left unsaid.
I’m tired of ghosts, I’m tired of pain,
But my mind just replays his name.
(“his name… his name…”)
Pre-Chorus
The clock keeps time I can’t undo,
Every beat’s a scar that grew.
Eyes wide shut, heart caged tight,
Lost between the wrong and right.
Chorus
Tossing and turning, haunted still,
The fear digs deeper, it always will.
Reach for light, but it fades from view,
Each dream a storm I’m falling through.
Tossing and turning — let me sleep,
I’ve buried too much, it’s buried deep.
I whisper peace, I whisper please —
but the silence never answers me.
*(“never… answers… me…”) *
Bridge
Wash away the static,
drown the sound.
Every time I rise,
it pulls me down.
I’m not broken — just barely whole,
Running from the dreams that stole my soul.
( “wake… wake… wake up…”)
Final Chorus / Outro
Tossing and turning — haunted still,
The dark remains, it always will.
I beg the night to let me go,
But it just hums the things I know.
Tossing and turning — I’m still awake,
Counting ghosts for every mistake.
If peace is real, I can’t see —
Just echoes…
and me.
(“just echoes… and me…”)
Beexii
