The Empty Bottle

[Title] The Empty Bottle [Style] Melancholic Ballad, Indie Folk, Lo-fi [Lyrics] [Intro] (Soft acoustic guitar arpeggio, distant rain sounds) [Verse 1] There is an empty bottle. There is a closed window. There is a useless bottle. There is a broken heart. I think my life is boring. It can't be lighted. I think my life is terrible. It can't be changed. I always believe that I'll be lower in the depth in my imagination. The dream which I'm doing on the world is continuing. My heart is empty, empty, empty. As empty as the glass bottle, there is nothing in it. So I always sleep, sleep, sleep. If you see me being sleepy, please won't wake me up. I only feel too much tired, and I need a long rest. I want to sleep until the end day is coming. [Chorus] Oh this hollow glass reflects the gray Dust dancing where the sunlight won't stay Shadows stretch across the wooden floor Like all the dreams I can't reach anymore If this bottle could speak, what would it say? Just echoes of silence, day after day [Verse 2] There's a crack upon the windowsill A frozen world resisting my will The bottle gathers dust and time Like this weary rhythm in my rhyme I trace the label, faded and worn A memory of warmth I've long outworn The cork's been lost for many years Just like the hope that disappeared [Pre-Chorus] So let the rain streak down the pane Washing windows with endless pain The bottle stands, a hollow shrine To emptiness that once was wine [Chorus] Oh this hollow glass reflects the gray Dust dancing where the sunlight won't stay Shadows stretch across the wooden floor Like all the dreams I can't reach anymore If this bottle could speak, what would it say? Just echoes of silence, day after day [Bridge] Maybe tomorrow the glass might break Maybe the dawn will mend what's at stake But for tonight the moon is dim Filling this bottle to the brim With nothing but the dark and cold Another story left untold [Instrumental Break] (Minimalist piano melody with sustained cello notes) [Final Chorus] Oh this hollow glass reflects the gray Dust dancing where the sunlight won't stay Shadows stretch across the wooden floor Like all the dreams I can't reach anymore If this bottle could speak, what would it say? Just echoes of silence... [Outro] (Glass bottle gently tipping over, rolling sound fading into rain)