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Intro (whispered, haunting)

I’m staring at the ceeling, asking God if I’m still breeathing,

It’s funny how you catch feelings… then end up bleeeding.

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Verse 1

I thought love was healing, but the truth is deceiving,

Now I’m stuck with a heart that refuses to stop grievenn

gave you my trust, every secret I was keeping,

But you shattered it all and just left me here weeping.

I reach for the light but the shadows keep creeping,

A love built on lies isn’t worth what I’m seeking.

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Pre-Chorus

Every scar is a story I can’t erase,

Every prayer is a whisper in empty space.

I try to let go but the silence begins,

And I’m waiting, still waiting, again and again.

I thought love was healing, but the truth is deceiving,

Now I’m stuck with a heart that refuses to stop grieving.

You promised me forever, but you left me here believing,

That love is just a thief with a talent for deceiving.

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Chorus (hook)

🎶 I’m staring at the ceiling, asking God if I’m still breathing,

Funny how you catch feelings, then end up grieving.

I gave you my heart, now it’s me who’s left bleeding,

Still waiting on your call, but your ghost is all I’m meeting. 🎶

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Verse 2

I drove through the night just to bring you flowers I know there a little wilting the drive made the peddles a-little wilting

I thought love was healing… but the truth is deceiving,

Now I’m stuck with a heart that refuses to stop grieving.

I gave you my all, now it’s me who is bleeding,

Funny how love leaves you lost with no meaning.

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Pre-Chorus

Every scar is a story I can’t erase,

Every prayer is a whisper in empty space.

I try to let go but the silence begins,

And I’m waiting, still waiting, again and again.

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Chorus (hook)

🎶 I’m staring at the ceiling, asking God if I’m still breathing,

Funny how you catch feelings, then end up grieving.

I gave you my heart, now it’s me who’s left bleeding,

Still waiting on your call, but your ghost is all I’m meeting. 🎶

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Outro (whisper)

Funny how you catch feelings…

Funny how you end up bleeding…

I’m staring at the ceiling…

Asking God if I’m still breathing.