Verse 1
What if the silence isn’t silence at all?
Every laugh, every cry, etched into the wall.
A thousand whispers hiding in the grain,
Ghosts of the joy, the love, the pain.
Pre-Chorus
You call it empty, but I feel it breathe,
Shadows of memories we can’t unweave.
Chorus
If these walls could speak, what would they say?
Would they hold me close, or push me away?
Every secret, every scar they keep,
In the quiet night, they never sleep.
Empty’s just a word we choose,
But even silence carries the truth.
Verse 2
I trace the cracks like a map of time,
Each broken line tells a story of mine.
Arguments burned, and the laughter stayed,
All of it here, in the home we made.
Pre-Chorus
The space between echoes feels alive,
Every absence teaching me I survive.
Chorus
If these walls could speak, what would they say?
Would they hold me close, or push me away?
Every secret, every scar they keep,
In the quiet night, they never sleep.
Empty’s just a word we choose,
But even silence carries the truth.
Bridge
What if absence is its own refrain?
What if silence sings the name?
Maybe the room’s not hollow, not gone,
Maybe it’s humming the shape of a song.
Final Chorus
If these walls could speak, I think they’d cry,
All the goodbyes I never supplied.
Every echo, every breath they hold,
Turns the empty space into something bold.
Empty’s just a mask we see,
But the walls remember endlessly.
Outro
What if silence isn’t silence at all?
Just the memory pressed into the wall.