ROUGH DRAFT
Verse 1:
I was once a whisper, light on your tongue,
A gentle hum, a soft song to be sung.
But like the fray of ink, fading with time,
I fell from grace as you lost your mind.
Your fingers once tender, tracing my lines,
Now calloused and tired, no longer entwined.
A thought you had, now lost in the folds,
A burden too heavy, a story too old.
Chorus:
I'm just a draft, discarded and torn,
A melody you no longer mourn.
Fading away, a word left behind,
A broken thought that slipped through your mind.
I was a song you forgot how to sing—
Now I'm nothing, just a fading thing.
Verse 2:
In the margins, I bled a silent plea,
But your eyes had grown distant, no longer to see.
Just words, unworthy of love,
Tangled in dreams you no longer thought of.
The crumple of paper, a lover’s last sigh,
A fleeting thought you were ready to deny.
You held me once, but I was a chore,
Each line you rewrote felt more like a bore.
Chorus:
I'm just a draft, discarded and torn,
A melody you no longer mourn.
Fading away, a word left behind,
A broken thought that slipped through your mind.
I was a song you forgot how to sing—
Now I'm nothing, just a fading thing.
Bridge (Despair):
But the ache—oh, the ache still remains,
In the hollow of silence, in the sting of the pain.
You never saw me, not once, not ever,
A ghost of your thoughts, just fading forever.
I scream in the quiet, but you’ve turned away,
I’m just a wreck, a shadow of yesterday.
Chorus (reprise):
I'm just a draft, discarded and torn,
A melody you no longer mourn.
Fading away, a word left behind,
A broken thought that slipped through your mind.
I was a song you forgot how to sing—
Now I'm nothing, just a fading thing.
Outro (whispered):
Just a line unfinished, a thought lost in time—
A poem that never reached its rhyme.
A silent wreck… my slow, silent death.
Fading away... until there’s nothing left.
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Lyric Man
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