Our Story - Wolf from Kindred

deep, rap, hip hop, male voice, dark, errie,

July 18th, 2024suno

Lyrics

I'm still here, asking me if I'm sad? I always am, this hunger feels so bad, Like a long hunt with no kill, I can no longer feel, it’s all too real. How old are we, where did the time go? Many years have passed, yet it doesn’t show, I hope you remembered them all, For the days I don't recall. Can you tell me a story, about the man who was lonely? Did he chase everyone off, or did he do it slowly? Chopped himself in half, just to have a friend, A sad tale with no happy end. That’s got me seeing water, drowning in despair, Could this be the end for us, does anyone care? Our nights grow colder, saying it’s not true, I wonder if everyone returns, but regret they do. I'm still here, asking me if I'm sad? I always am, this hunger feels so bad, Like a long hunt with no kill, I can no longer feel, it’s all too real. Years roll by, shadows in the night, Memories fade, lost without light, Every whisper feels like a shout, In the silence, I’m filled with doubt. Tell me about the man who walked alone, Did he find his way, or turn to stone? Did he carve his heart just to feel, Or was his pain too much to heal? I'm reaching out, but the void is deep, Promises broken, dreams we can’t keep, The fire’s out, ashes remain, Love once warm, now a cold, hard chain. I'm still here, asking me if I'm sad? I always am, this hunger feels so bad, Like a long hunt with no kill, I can no longer feel, it’s all too real. Loneliness creeps, like a thief in the night, Stealing joy, leaving only fright, Every face a fleeting glance, In this endless, sorrowful dance. The man who lost his way, did he ever see the dawn? Or did he wander aimlessly, till all hope was gone? Split his soul to feel complete, Yet found only defeat. I see the storm clouds gather near, The end of us, a creeping fear, Cold winds blow, hearts turn to ice, Love lost, we pay the price. I'm still here, asking me if I'm sad? I always am, this hunger feels so bad, Like a long hunt with no kill, I can no longer feel, it’s all too real. In the mirror, a reflection of pain, Years of sorrow, endless rain, Faces blur, names forgotten, Love’s sweet fruit, now rotten. Did the lonely man find solace in his dreams, Or was he haunted by silent screams? Half a man, seeking a friend, Hoping for a love that would never end. As the night grows darker still, I wonder if this void we can fill, With every step, the distance grows, A path of thorns, no rose. I'm still here, asking me if I'm sad? I always am, this hunger feels so bad, Like a long hunt with no kill, I can no longer feel, it’s all too real. So tell me again, the story of the lonely man, How he tried to do everything he can, To find peace in a world so cold, A tale of sorrow, forever In the end, we’re all the same, Searching for someone to share the blame, For the nights that never end, For the heart that cannot mend. I'm still here, lost in thought, Fighting battles that can't be fought, Dreaming of a love long gone, Hoping for a brand-new dawn. I'm still here, asking me if I'm sad? I always am, this hunger feels so bad, Like a long hunt with no kill, I can no longer feel, it’s all too real. So tell me again, the story of the lonely man, How he tried to do everything he can, To find peace in a world so cold, A tale of sorrow, forever In the end, we’re all the same, Searching for someone to share the blame, For the nights that never end, For the heart that cannot mend. I'm still here, lost in thought, Fighting battles that can't be fought, Dreaming of a love long gone, Hoping for a brand-new dawn.

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