Part Two - “Shattered and Waiting”

[Verse 1]
I thought I’d learned how to guard my chest,
But you found the cracks I never confessed.
You asked me secrets I couldn’t speak,
My words spilled out like blood in the sink.
I woke up empty while you moved on,
Another lesson burned before the dawn.

[Verse 2]
Three years of fire, three years of storm,
Your love was a blade, your heart the harm.
I held you close while your darkness reigned,
Every word of care was met with pain.
I begged for light, you drowned the room,
I counted my heartbeats like a tomb.
I loved you still, but I was undone,
A soul once bright, now shadowed and shunned.
I imagined your death in every bang,
Six months of grief for a memory’s pang.
I told you “I love you,” you said assume,
Your silence filled the empty room.

[Chorus — heavy, crushing]
They all said they loved me —
But love left scars and chains.
Every piece I offered
Was broken in their name.
I keep giving pieces,
They keep walking away.
Is hope a lie,
Or just another prey?

[Verse 3]
Then you came, a spark through the dark,
You touched my chest, reignited the heart.
For a while, I believed love could exist,
In your arms, I found what I’d missed.
But your warmth faded, the light grew thin,
The home grew cold, and I was alone again.
I walk through rooms where your shadow lies,
Your body’s here, but your soul denies.
A house full of things, but nothing for me,
I touch your hand, and it’s just empty.
A glimmer burned, then was snuffed away,
And I was left in shadow, where I still stay.

[Bridge — whisper of hope]
I whisper to the dark, a fragile plea,
Maybe someone will see the real me.
A spark too faint to fight the night,
But it flickers — tiny, dim, slight.

[Final Chorus — haunted, resigned]
They all said they loved me —
But love has teeth and claws.
Every heart I offered
Was shredded by their laws.
I keep giving pieces,
And maybe one day,
Someone will stay,
Before they walk away.

[Outro — dark, quiet]
I’ve been broken, beaten, burned,
I’ve loved and lost and never returned.
A faint hope remains, a single hue,
I used to dream of love… and maybe I still do.

Alternative/indie, male, gothic, emo punk