Walking slow down familiar streets

Where silence echoes through empty beats

The sidewalk cracks still mark the path

But shadows whisper from the past

A flicker in a dusty pane

A face half-lost, but not unnamed

That old house leans like it's tired too

Still haunted by the ghost of youth

I see reflections in broken glass

Of questions I forgot to ask

These streets keep playing

Reruns of my life

Flickering moments

Trapped in black and white

Can't stop the playback

Of what I left behind

It lingers like static

Inside my mind

Streetlights blink like they're in pain

Rain taps Morse code on the windowpane

Each echo dragging memories out

Of voices I forgot the sound

I ran from silence

But it found me here

Wrapped in the rhythm

Of a faded year

No way forward

But no way clear

Just footsteps swallowed

By the atmosphere

These streets keep playing

Reruns of my life

Grainy and endless

Like a looped old lie

Can’t change the station

No matter how I try

The past keeps breathing

And I don’t know why