LYRIC FOR SALE

By DJ.SPMB

I count the nights again, while those days feel meaningless.
Like all the promises that no one dared to say.
The city sleeps, while my thoughts keep pressing down on me,
reminding me how many times I tried to find myself.

Not everyone who stays beside you stays until the end.
Not everyone who spoke kept the words they said.
But I learned to hear my heart and feelings in the silence,
while the world is outside my window,
and I sit here on the windowsill writing these words
to touch someone's feelings.

If tomorrow I wake up with the same hope,
then not everything inside me has fallen apart.
As long as my heart remembers
my mother's warmth and the love she gave to a little boy,
I know there is still a road worth walking
and things worth appreciating that mean the most.

An old album hides more than just photographs.
Inside it remain voices I can no longer reach.
Sometimes longing quietly sits down beside me,
but I learned not to fight it anymore,
just to stay with it and endure.

If time were to take away what I have,
I would want only one thing — not to be left alone.
Because what hurt the most
was having no one to lean on.

My life has not been a bed of roses.
There are grey clouds inside my head
that no one understands.
This is how I suffer among my thoughts,
so I write this song
so you can understand how I feel.

And if one day my name is forgotten,
let at least the verses I wrote
rest somewhere on the shelves.
Because when someone hears my words,
I want you to understand
how tired I am of pretending
that I live a more beautiful life.

It was simply my shadow
that smiled and seemed happy,
while my dark and sad side
was interesting to no one.

I write these words from my heart,
and I am here so that my songs
can warm you here,
because for me,
only this music has ever healed.