Late Nights and Lifetimes

Late nights spent chasing dreams in the dark. Lost in the echoes of a

beating heart. I built my world on whispers and sparks, but time is

a teacher with a heavy hand, it breaks you down so you understand.

Late nights and lifetimes, they shape who we are. From scars to

stars, we've come so far. Through the falls, through the climbs,

we're more than just late nights and lifetimes. Love

once felt like a fleeting flame, burning bright, then gone, no name,

now it's roots and rain, it's not the same. The cracks in