Hollow In My Chest

[Verse 1]
Same four walls
Clock hands drag like chains
Blue light flickers
On the cracks in my face
I laugh in the mirror
But the sound falls dead
Every smile I practice
Never leaves my head
[Chorus]
I’m a ghost at my own doorstep
Hollow in my chest
Screaming into pillows
No one hears the rest
You say “it gets better”
Like a line you just guessed
You don’t feel this empty
You don’t feel this
[Verse 2]
Phone lights up
I let it ring out twice
Type “I’m okay”
Then erase every line
Crowded little room
I’m alone in the crowd
Every word around me
Just an empty sound
[Chorus]
I’m a ghost at my own doorstep
Hollow in my chest
Screaming into pillows
No one hears the rest
You say “it gets better”
Like a line you just guessed
You don’t feel this empty
You don’t feel this
[Bridge]
How do you explain
A hunger for nothing
A heart that beats quiet
Like it’s tired of pumping
I wear this cold
Like a second skin
If you looked in my eyes
Would you see anything
[Chorus]
I’m a ghost at my own doorstep
Hollow in my chest
Screaming into pillows
No one hears the rest
You say “it gets better”
But you say it so dressed
You don’t feel this empty
You don’t feel this
[Outro]
So I sink in the silence (oh)
Let the dark confess
I’m here
I’m breathing
But I’m not impressed

Slow darkwave ballad with male vocals, pulsing sub bass, distant reverb-soaked snare, and icy synth pads. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d, almost whispered. Chorus widens with airy backing harmonies and a slightly bigger kick, but tempo remains unhurried. Subtle chorus on the lead in the bridge, then strip back to bare vocal and pad on the final hook for a fragile fade-out., sad, slow