With Every Strum

In the shadows, hidden away,

I remember the light of the stage so bright,

Once a star, now just a ghost,

Withered Bonnie, lost, forgotten the most.

Rusty strings on an old guitar,

Melodies trapped in an empty bar.

Once I played for laughter and cheer,

Now I linger in parts with all my fear.

Faceless memories haunt my nights,

While shiny new ones claim the spotlight.

Toy Bonnie smiles with a brand new face,

But deep down inside, he can't take my place.

When the moon rises high and the laughter fades,

I'm creeping through shadows, my anger cascades.

No more silence, no more pain to contain,

For the ghost of a singer who’s breaking the chain.

Withered Bonnie, the puppet in dismay,

Dance through the dark, let the strings decay.

With every strum, I carve my revenge,

Toy Bonnie, oh Toy Bonnie, it’s time to avenge!

One arm strong, carrying memories near,

The echoes of laughter now turn into fear.

I won’t be replaced by a fresh, bright hue,

Tonight it’s my turn, just me, and you.

The haunted halls whisper my name,

Tales of the past, and the future's shame.

With every step, my heart starts to race,

Tonight, it’s a showdown, reclaiming my place.

With shadows as allies, I hunt through the night,

Guitar like a weapon, my aim is in sight.

Toy Bonnie awaits with a grin, oh so vain,

But deep down inside, he can’t feel my pain.

Withered Bonnie, the puppet in dismay,

Dance through the dark, let the strings decay.

With every strum, I carve my revenge,

Toy Bonnie, oh Toy Bonnie, it’s time to avenge!

Piece by piece, I take what’s mine,

A bittersweet victory, a twisted design.

The face of the future, now trapped in the past,

With every strum chords of revenge are cast.

With Toy’s head in hand, I return to the gloom,

A trophy of shadows, a sign of my doom.

Withered Bonnie, the spirit won’t die,

In the moon's embrace, I shall always fly.