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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Little socks on the radiator
Two cups by the sink
Still there
Cartoons frozen on the TV screen
Like they’re waiting for me to care
I remember tucking them in
Soft hair under my hand
Now every room feels so crowded
With everything I couldn’t stand
[Chorus]
I feel dead inside
But I still hear their laughter
Running down the hall
Like nothing ever shattered
I can’t say their names
Or I’ll fall apart
Fall backwards
Into all the nights
I swore I’d keep them safe forever
I feel dead inside
But they’re alive in every corner
[Verse 2]
I still flinch at the car doors slamming
Hold my breath when sirens pass
Every shadow on the bedroom wall
Turns to memories too fast
There’s a photo by the front door
Their faces pressed against my chest
I turn it down so I can function
Then lift it up when I confess
[Chorus]
I feel dead inside
But I still hear their laughter
Running down the hall
Like nothing ever shattered
I can’t say their names
Or I’ll fall apart
Fall backwards
Into all the nights
I swore I’d keep them safe forever
I feel dead inside
But they’re alive in every corner
[Bridge]
Some days I’m just breathing
Some days I’m not sure I am (oh)
If I open up this aching
Will anyone understand?
So I talk to empty doorways
Whisper “goodnight” to the air
If this is what broken looks like
It’s only ‘cause I still care
[Chorus]
I feel dead inside
But I still hear their laughter
Running down the hall
Like nothing ever shattered
I can’t say their names
Or I’ll fall apart
Fall backwards
Into all the nights
I swore I’d keep them safe forever
I feel dead inside
But somewhere in this silence after
I’m holding on to them
In every breath
In every chapter
Details
GeneratedFeb 7, 2026
Duration3:16
LanguageEnglish
Style
pop, Sparse, intimate pop ballad with male vocals; soft piano arpeggios and warm pad swells under close, breathy lead; verses stay fragile and quiet, chorus swells with layered harmonies and subtle sub-bass; gentle percussion blooms in the second chorus, with a distant guitar echo adding space and ache; final refrain drops back to near a cappella for a bare, confessional ending
Credits
Prompt byNoiseIndustrial805
ModelAria v5
Prompt
My heart is broken because of Veteran ptsd loat kids
. I feel Dead inside
. I remember Put my kids in bed. It's hard to To talk about them. My favorite genre of music is Pop.
