Self-Talk

Lyrics

I stare at the ceiling's quiet hum Counting cracks like chances lost Words I swallowed spin in circles While the streetlights paint a cross Coffee cools beside my notebook Lines I never dared to write I bargain with my future shadow Promising to get it right Fear leans in, a heavy whisper But I breathe and let it pass Hope replies in gentle rhythm Tapping time against the glass Morning waits behind the curtain Soft, forgiving, palest blue If I choose to trust the daylight Will the mirror trust me too

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