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Original Lyrics by J.Lynn
Yeah, uh,
You left me here, alone with these thoughts,
We built this dream on promises and trust,
But now it’s shattered like glass, just dust.
You said forever; where’d you go?
Now all I hear is silence echoing low.
I gave my heart; you played your part,
Thought we were a canvas—an unbroken art.
But now it’s painted gray with shades of deceit,
While you’re out there dancing to another beat.
Crickets in the night—no sound from your side,
Just whispers of what was lost in pride.
Tried to reach for you but my hands found air,
Now I’m standing here—no one seems to care.
Crickets in the night—can’t drown out the pain,
This love was a river; now it's just rain.
No apologies coming; just echoes instead,
With crickets singing softly for what’s dead.
Memories play like shadows on the wall,
Moments we shared? Now they feel so small.
Thought you were my ride or die through thick and thin,
But betrayal hit harder than a fist to skin.
Now I'm left wondering if you even knew me—
Or was I just a chapter that you chose to delete?
Every laugh we shared feels like a distant song,
And every tear I cry makes me feel so wrong.
Crickets in the night—no sound from your side,
Just whispers of what was lost in pride.
Tried to reach for you but my hands found air,
Now I’m standing here—no one seems to care.
Crickets in the night—can’t drown out the pain,
This love was a river; now it's just rain.
No apologies coming; just echoes instead,
With crickets singing softly for what’s dead.
Wish you'd fight for us or at least say goodbye,
Instead of leaving me hanging with questions that fly.
Do you hear those crickets? They scream out loud,
For all our faded dreams buried beneath this shroud.
I won’t chase shadows or beg for your light,
I’ll learn how to dance through this endless night.
Crickets in the night—no sound from your side,
Just whispers of what was lost in pride.
Tried to reach for you but my hands found air,
Now I’m standing here—no one seems to care.
Crickets in the night—can’t drown out the pain,
This love was a river; now it's just rain.
No apologies coming; just echoes instead,
With crickets singing softly for what’s dead.
No apologies coming; just echoes instead,
With crickets singing softly for what is dead.