The city sleeps, a hazy gleam, Streetlights paint the silent stream. Another night, another tear, Whispering goodbye, my love, my dear.

This is the end of the beginning, they say, A turning point, a brand new day. But the echoes linger, a haunting sound, Of promises broken, scattered on the ground.

Remember dancing in the rain? Laughing softly, free from pain. Now the storm clouds gather near, Washing away what once was dear.

This is the end of the beginning, they say, A turning point, a brand new day. But the echoes linger, a haunting sound, Of promises broken, scattered on the ground.

I try to move on, let go of the past, But the memories hold me, holding me fast. Will I ever find peace, will I ever be free? From the ghost of you, haunting me.

This is the end of the beginning, they say, A turning point, a brand new day. But the echoes linger, a haunting sound, Of promises broken, scattered on the ground.

The end of the beginning... A new beginning... Perhaps...