*(Verse 1)*
Another night, same old ceiling, staring like it’s got shit to say.
Pills on the nightstand, half-empty promises—swallow the pain.
Voices in the static, whispers turn to screams, but I just fade away.
A ghost in my own frame, watching life decay.
*(Pre-Chorus)*
Ain’t no light at the end, just a tunnel caving in.
Every step feels like quicksand, sinking deeper in my sin.
Tell me, God, you there? Or just another joke we’re in?
*(Chorus)*
I’m just a shadow in the neon glow,
Drowning slow-mo in a world too fast.
Love’s a fire, but I’m made of snow—
Melting under echoes of the past.
*(Verse 2)*
Memories like razors, cutting clean but leaving scars.
Smoke in my lungs, but the real poison’s in my heart.
We were constellations, now just dust in the dark.
Funny how forever falls apart.
*(Bridge)*
Maybe happiness is just a lie we paint in gold,
A story sold to keep us numb and cold.
If life’s a game, then why’s the script so fucking old?
I’m tired of playing, but death don’t fold.
*(Chorus - whispered, distorted)*
I’m just a shadow in the neon glow,
Drowning slow-mo in a world too fast.
Love’s a fire, but I’m made of snow—
Melting under echoes of the past.
*(Outro - fading)*
So let the rain wash me into the cracks,
No epitaph, just the silence back.
Maybe nothing ever really lasts…
Maybe nothing ever really…
This blends depressive realism with existential dread, using modern Alternative R&B’s atmospheric melancholy. The slang ("shit to say," "fucking old") keeps it raw, while the imagery (neon, snow, static) amplifies the isolation. Perfect for a moody, late-night track.