[Intro]
I see my reflection in the cracks of broken glass,
A thousand pieces of a life that didn’t last.
The world moves on, but I’m stuck in rewind,
Trapped in the memories I can’t leave behind.
[Verse 1]
There’s a hole in my chest where the light used to shine,
A shadow of someone I thought was mine.
Every laugh, every touch, now feels like a lie,
And I’m haunted by the echoes of your goodbye.
I try to hold on, but the threads are too thin,
Every moment with you is slipping from within.
I’m drowning in the silence, gasping for air,
But no one’s listening—no one’s there.
[Chorus]
I’m just fragments of me, scattered on the floor,
A ghost of who I was, knocking on a closed door.
I’m screaming in the dark, but the sound won’t come,
Just the faintest whisper of what I’ve become.
I’m breaking, I’m falling, can’t you see?
There’s nothing left, just fragments of me.
[Verse 2]
The walls are closing in, the weight is too much,
Every scar on my skin burns like your touch.
I trace the letters of your name in the dust,
A cruel reminder of misplaced trust.
The nights are endless, the days don’t make sense,
Every breath feels borrowed, every step’s defense.
I reach for the light, but it’s fading fast,
A reminder that nothing good ever lasts.
[Chorus]
I’m just fragments of me, scattered on the floor,
A ghost of who I was, knocking on a closed door.
I’m screaming in the dark, but the sound won’t come,
Just the faintest whisper of what I’ve become.
I’m breaking, I’m falling, can’t you see?
There’s nothing left, just fragments of me.
[Bridge]
If I could go back, I’d hold on tighter,
I’d fight through the dark, I’d be the fighter.
But time doesn’t care, it just slips away,
Leaving me stranded in yesterday.
Now I’m staring at the ceiling, waiting for the end,
Wondering if I’ll ever mend.
Because the pieces don’t fit, the puzzle’s incomplete,
And I’m losing the battle I didn’t mean to meet.
[Chorus]
I’m just fragments of me, scattered on the floor,
A ghost of who I was, knocking on a closed door.
I’m screaming in the dark, but the sound won’t come,
Just the faintest whisper of what I’ve become.
I’m breaking, I’m falling, can’t you see?
There’s nothing left, just fragments of me.
[Outro]
So if you find what’s left, don’t try to repair,
I’m not coming back; I’m not even there.
Just leave the pieces, don’t try to pretend,
Some stories aren’t meant to have an end.