Empty Tiny Room

[Verse 1]
White stick on the counter
Shaking hands and quiet prayers
Two lines in the bathroom light
We laughed and cried right there
Tiny socks in an online cart
Names written in my phone
Talking to a growing hope
On my way back home
[Chorus]
Now it’s just an empty tiny room
Boxes stacked where dreams should bloom
I fold the silence like a blanket on the floor
Every breath is “what if still”
Every wake-up hurts until
I don’t know who I’m waking up for
I’m holding on
To nothing and to more
[Verse 2]
Doctor’s voice said “please sit down”
Clock kept ticking on the wall
I watched the ground tilt and turn
As the words began to fall
They handed me a tissue
Like it could fix a world
I walked out with shaking knees
Hands that used to hold
[Chorus]
Now it’s just an empty tiny room
Boxes stacked where dreams should bloom
I fold the silence like a blanket on the floor
Every breath is “what if still”
Every wake-up hurts until
I don’t know who I’m waking up for
I’m holding on
To nothing and to more
[Bridge]
People say time heals
But the calendar is cruel
Every month another echo
Of the moment I lost you
If love could make a heartbeat
You’d be in my arms tonight
So I light a candle by the window
Let you borrow all my light (oh)
[Chorus]
Still it’s just an empty tiny room
But I whisper
“there was you”
I lay my hand where your heartbeat should have been
Every breath is saying your name
Every tear is part of your name
If moving on means I forget
I can’t begin
So I’ll carry you
On the inside of my skin

Piano-led ballad with intimate female vocals, close-mic’d and fragile at first. Sparse chords and soft string pads under the verses, then a subtle lift in the chorus with warmer harmonies and a gentle swell of cello. Tempo unhurried; space between phrases for breath and emotion. Final chorus falls back to just piano and voice, almost whispered., ballad