The clock keeps ticking, but the time feels still, Shadows dance, bending to my will. Every creak in the floorboards, every sigh in the air, Is a whisper from the past, reminding me you're there. I can't escape the weight of these empty halls, Your voice lingers, etched in the walls. Home is where the echoes stay, Where ghosts of us refuse to fade. A fractured mirror of what was true, The house remembers me and you. The photograph on the mantel still stares, A frozen smile, but the eyes aren't there. Familiar hands built this fragile frame, Now it's haunted by the ones who share my name. The dust settles, but it carries your touch, Every memory, too much, too much. Home is where the echoes stay, Where ghosts of us refuse to fade. A fractured mirror of what was true, The house remembers me and you. I can't run, I can't hide, These walls know every lie. The silence screams, it calls me home, To face the ghosts I’ve always known. Some things never change, maybe that's alright, The past keeps me company late at night. Home is where the echoes call, And I can't leave, I’m part of it all