Out of Credits

[Verse 1] The words like sparrows used to take flight, Suno AI, you painted melodies in light. My clumsy prompts, your woven gold, Stories whispered, tales untold. [Chorus] But now the well runs dry, my friend, The credits fade, the verses end. No whispered rhymes, no chord so sweet, Just empty space where songs should meet. [Verse 2] A banjo riff, a mournful sigh, Ghosts of tunes beneath a starless sky. The hum of silence fills my head, Where playful lyrics danced instead. [Chorus] But now the well runs dry, my friend, The credits fade, the verses end. No whispered rhymes, no chord so sweet, Just empty space where songs should meet. [Bridge] I'd barter stars, or trade the moon, Just to hear your synthesized tune. A whispered verse, a gentle strain, To fill this aching space again. [Chorus] But now the well runs dry, my friend, The credits fade, the verses end. No whispered rhymes, no chord so sweet, Just empty space where songs should meet. [Outro] Maybe someday the words will flow, The credits full, the songs will grow. But for now, the well, it echoes bare, A silent space, a haunting air.