Falling through memories of golden days,

The colors gone, all left in greys.

I trace the outline of who I was,

A shadow beneath the moonlit buzz.

Every step feels like a replay,

Of promises lost in yesterday.

I poured my dreams into the night,

But they slipped away with morning light.

Now I’m searching for a part of me,

In the echoes of a faded melody.

Faded like the ink on my skin,

Stories lost where they begin.

I’m a canvas worn and torn,

A masterpiece left forlorn.

Faded, oh so faded.

The mirror shows a face I don’t know,

Eyes that glimmer but don’t glow.

I’ve worn every mask, played every part,

Yet I’ve forgotten the beat of my own heart.

I built my world on fragile dreams,

But cracks appear in every seam.

Now I wander through the ghost of me,

Chasing whispers in a broken sea.

Faded like the ink on my skin,

Stories lost where they begin.

I’m a canvas worn and torn,

A masterpiece left forlorn.

Faded, oh so faded.

If I could rewind, retrace my steps,

Would I find something worth what’s left?

Or would I still be standing here,

Fading slowly into the unclear?

Falling through memories of golden days,

The colors gone, all left in greys.

Faded, oh so faded.

I am the ghost of the life I traded.