Yellow Tiles

Testo:

© warbird1228
Selfish pride masked the ugly truth,
I’m a ghost of dreams, lost in my youth.
Yellow tiles on the wall, stained with my fears,
Echoes of laughter, now drowned in tears.
Each crack a reminder, every flaw a scar,
Fading memories trapped behind the bars.

Too many wrongs don’t make you right,
Why do you make it all about yourself?

Wandering through this suffocating haze,
The walls closing in, a suffocating maze.
Stains of my past life, they haunt me still,
Every choice a dagger, every moment of guilt
Why do you climb, heavy on the lies?
Pelting rain of regret falls from empty skies.
Trust is a two-sided blade, I bleed and I fall,

Too many wrongs don’t make you right,
Why do you make it all about yourself?
In this cold, dark world, I’m just a broken shelf.

A breaking point of my own self denial,
Survival’s a game, but I can’t find my trial.


Help me break these chains I wear,
Scream to the void, does anyone care?

Too many wrongs don’t make you right,
Why do you make it all about yourself?
In this cold, dark world, I’m just a broken shelf.
I\'m buried alive in a grave of my own,
Trapped in a cycle, my heart turning to stone.