flowers to me

**[Verse 1]** In the halls where shadows dance and wander, Every word I write feels like a ponder. The walls are lined with ink-stained hearts, And every verse tears me apart. **[Chorus]** This is where the broken find their muse, Where every line’s a pain we choose. We write our sorrows in bleeding ink, And drown in thoughts we dare not think. **[Verse 2]** The night is long, the candle’s burning low, Every shadow’s a tale of woe we know. In this space, the pain’s our only friend, It’s the muse that never seems to end. **[Chorus]** This is where the broken find their muse, Where every line’s a pain we choose. We write our sorrows in bleeding ink, And drown in thoughts we dare not think. **[Bridge]** Every word’s a scar we bear, A broken dream, a whispered prayer. In the silence, we find our art, But every stroke just breaks our heart. **[Chorus]** This is where the broken find their muse, Where every line’s a pain we choose. We write our sorrows in bleeding ink, And drown in thoughts we dare not think. **[Outro]** So here we stay, in this hollowed ground, Where the echoes of our souls resound. We craft our pain, our endless fight, In the quiet of the night, we write.