Echoes of Us

. In the quiet of my room, your shadow lingers still.

Whispers of the promises we broke on that windowsill. I trace the lines you left,

like scars on autumn leaves. Wonderin' if you feel the ache that never leaves.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. But every midnight

call, every faded photograph. Pulls me back to what we had,

but now it's just a habit. Oh, echoes of us,

ringing in the rain. Dancing through the pain, calling out your

name. We were fire and storm, now I'm learning to burn alone.