Monster

**Verse 1:**
The monster grows between the lines,
Where a heart once lay in rest.
Words, like leaves upon the wind,
Scatter, never to return to their nest.
**Chorus:**
It’s not teeth or claws in the dark,
But seeds of what was left unsaid.
It’s the stares, it’s the cold gestures,
That feed the monster in our heads.
**Verse 2:**
It’s the silence that tears the soul apart,
Like a river flowing with no aim.
Each promise, a crack in the mirror,
Of our solitude’s silent claim.
**Bridge:**
And the monster, born from nothing,
Grows where forgiveness won’t arrive.
Made of shadows, made of sorrow,
It’s the weight that the mind contrives.
**Chorus:**
It’s not teeth or claws in the dark,
But seeds of what was left unsaid.
It’s the stares, it’s the cold gestures,
That feed the monster in our heads.