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Verse 1
I keep fresh flowers on the windowsill,
Like beauty might convince me to stay.
I keep my voice soft when the room gets still,
So nobody hears what my shadows say.
I know every crack in the ceiling by heart,
Every hour between midnight and dawn.
The moon is a witness to falling apart,
To battles that never look like a war.
I carry everyone like a candle in the rain,
Shielding their fire with both of my hands.
But nobody notices I’m burning away,
While I do everything to help them stand.
Chorus
So I’ll wear another smile like a borrowed suit,
Tailored to hide every bruise.
I’ll raise a glass to the ghost in the mirror,
And drink until I blur the truth.
I’m the lifeboat, I’m the lighthouse,
The one they run to when they’re scared.
But when the tide pulls me under,
There’s nobody there.
Verse 2
My thoughts are birds trapped beneath my ribs,
Beating their wings against the bone.
Every memory sharpens its teeth in the dark,
And reminds me how lonely I’ve grown.
The bottle and I have an agreement,
It promises peace for a little while.
But the morning collects every debt with interest,
And leaves me with less than a smile.
The answer’s always I’m doing fine,
Change the subject and dodge the concern.
The truth is a house full of locked-up rooms,
And every one of them aches to be heard.
Chorus
So I’ll wear another smile like a borrowed suit,
Tailored to hide every bruise.
I’ll raise a glass to the ghost in the mirror,
And drink until I blur the truth.
I’m the lifeboat, I’m the lighthouse,
The one they run to when they’re scared.
But when the tide pulls me under,
There’s nobody there.
Bridge
Maybe that’s why I stay awake,
Guarding the silence from what it contains.
Because if I stop running for one second,
I might have to call the pain by its name.
And maybe the saddest thing isn’t the hurting,
Or the emptiness stitched through my chest.
It’s how I’ve convinced everyone around me
That carrying this alone is best.
Final Chorus
So I’ll wear another smile until it breaks apart,
Until the seams finally come undone.
I’ll keep lighting fires in everybody else’s dark,
While mine swallows up the sun.
I’m the answer, I’m the rescuer,
The hand reaching out through the storm.
But I don’t know who I am anymore
When I’m not keeping someone warm.
Outro
The flowers have wilted upon the sill,
The night pours blue through the glass.
And I’m still here, talking to shadows,
Waiting for this ache to pass.
But somewhere beyond the noise in my head,
Beyond every bottle and sleepless dawn,
A small voice whispers through the wreckage:
You don’t have to carry this alone.
Details
GeneratedJun 10, 2026
Duration4:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
Male singer, Americana indie folk, folk rock, deep, sad, acoustic, soul
Credits
Prompt byWanderlust
ModelAria v5.5
