

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
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4/7/2026