Trifonic
broken
This house is cold and empty
Just a ghost of who I used to be
I stare at my own reflection
Wonder if youâd even recognize me
Last night I heard you whisper
âEverything is fine, I am here, I am hereâ
Last night I saw your shadow
But when I called your name you disappeared
Whoâs gonna say goodnight?
Whoâs gonna stop the word from turning?
Whoâs gonna numb my pain?
Whoâs gonna save me when the sky is crashing down?
I am broken