This silence, this room, this air I breathe,
Brings me back to you every single eve.
In this house, someone still believes
You're not really gone
It's just a dream.


These walls still echo your gentle voice,
Like we never ran out of time or choice.
I whisper low like you’re still near,
Telling myself you’re always here.


Every road I walk holds signs of you,
Every shadow points me home to truth.
With every heartbeat, I still trace
Your steps in the empty space.


I'm surviving every day without your light,
With the fever of your memory burning bright.
Talk to myself where you used to stand,
Try to believe this is what you planned.


No one else can hold my heart this way,
I live with your ghost who chose to stay.
I’m just a fool who won’t let go,
In your silence, I still grow.


In this quiet room, airless and still,
Each night, I remember, and I will.
Can’t believe it, but it feels so real
I believe now… you’re not here.

Still surviving every day without your touch,
Every breath I fake still aches too much.
You’re the voice in the quiet, the warmth in the chill,
In this quiet room, you’re with me still.