**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.