[verse]

You were golden in the summer of fifteen,

a mirage under silver air and radio light.

I watched you laugh — God, that sound —

like the world was yours to break and rewrite.

I had words like roses in my mouth,

but I swallowed every thorn.

You ran through hearts like cigarettes,

and I kept the ashes warm.

Your name was a prayer I whispered to stars

too tired to listen anymore.

You lived in motion; I stayed still,

painting halos where you left scars.

[chorus]

Ten years away, I’m still the same,

a song half-sung, a ghost in the rain.

You changed your lovers like vinyl spins,

but I replayed your touch within.

You’ll never know how far love drowns,

how quiet obsessions haunt small towns.

Ten years away, I’m still the flame —

waiting for someone who never came.

[verse]

I saw you once through the window’s glare,

her hand in yours, and the world just stared.

You smiled like sin, like a hymn gone wild,

and I bowed to the wreck of being mild.

I memorized your storms, your sighs,

the way your loneliness wore disguise.

Maybe love was never meant to stay,

maybe mine was just to pray.

[chorus]

Ten years away, I’m still the girl,

spinning slow in your satellite world.

You moved with the tide; I stayed with the shore,

writing your name till the ink begged for more.

You’ll never see the ghost I became,

or hear the lullaby of your name.

Ten years away, I’m still the flame —

waiting for someone who never came.

[verse]

Maybe in another life, I’d drive

through your dreams in that old blue car,

barefoot, bleeding stars on the dash,

singing the love we never had.

Ten years away — and I remain,

your unclaimed prayer, your soft domain.

You found tomorrows; I kept the ache,

drinking the tears that lovers make.

And if they ask who stayed in pain —

tell them: I did. Again, and again.

Ten years away…

and I still wait.