Cold eyes. Quick glance. She moves through the crowd, I don’t stand a chance. Sharp words. Hard tone. She’s a queen on her throne, and I’m stuck alone. No sound. Dead streets. Her shadow keeps dragging me under my feet. False hope. Worn thin. I keep chasing a door she won’t open again. Still I chase, though I know I’ll fall, ‘Cause the truth keeps echoing loud in the hall… The writing’s on the wall, It says she’ll never call. Her silence is the answer, The clearest sign of all. I read it every night, But I still hope I’m wrong. The writing’s on the wall, Yet I keep holding on… Cold smile. Sharp turn. She burns like a flame, but she’ll never return. Fast fade. Closed door. I’m a shadow she lost, and she wants no more. Still I dream, though it makes me small, Blinded by the truth that’s painted tall… The writing’s on the wall, It says she’ll never call. Her silence is the answer, The clearest sign of all. I read it every night, But I still hope I’m wrong. The writing’s on the wall, Yet I keep holding on… keep holding on. Her name’s in the cracks of every street I walk. Her ghost in the echoes of the words we’d talk. I know she’s gone, but I can’t let it be, The wall keeps telling me what I don’t want to see. The writing’s on the wall, I’ve been blind to the call. It’s broken, it’s empty, Still I’m giving it all. The writing’s on the wall.. The writing’s on the wall, It says she’ll never call. Her silence is the answer, The clearest sign of all. I read it every night, But I still hope I’m wrong. The writing’s on the wall, Yet I keep holding on… keep holding on. Holding on… The writing’s on the wall…
