Cotton Art Box - Ghost in the park Lyrics

Underneath the ceiling's cracked disguise,
Shadows talk where the silence lies,
The clock ticks slow, like it knows the weight,
Of every memory I can't escape.
Walls are thin but the night's a void,
Even echoes here feel paranoid,
Rooms hum low, and my breath stands still,
In the hollowed dark, I feel the chill.
I'm alone in the quiet, wrapped in the dark,
Chasing my thoughts like a ghost in the park,
Just me and the cold and the sound of my skin,
In the places I go when I'm caving in.
I wear my fear like a second skin,
Familiar weight sinking deep within,
Watching dust dance where the light won't dare,
Trapped in a maze of vacant stares.
Time crawls on as the world spins wide,
With a thousand faces I can't confide,
I drown in thoughts, hear my doubts collide,
In a space that's vast but won't let me hide.
I'm alone in the quiet, wrapped in the dark,
Chasing my thoughts like a ghost in the park,
Just me and the cold and the sound of my skin,
In the places I go when I'm caving in.
Every shadow's a part of me, stitched to the night,
A fractured piece where I lost the fight,
And if I scream, does it count as sound?
In a world too empty to hold me down.
I'm alone in the quiet, wrapped in the dark,
Chasing my thoughts like a ghost in the park,
Just me and the cold and the sound of my skin,
In the places I go when I'm caving in.
So here I sit, in this lonely throne,
In the space between heart and bone,
With silence deep, like an endless stone,
In the echo of all I've known, alone.