Lyrics

Mr. Van-Wyne-Gaarden, why so cold and guarded?
Heart froze solid, methods so uncharted
Doomsday comin', icy, never thawed it
Life's a puzzle, but you never solved it
Streets whisper tales, tales you never hear
Echoes in the night, haunting, never clear
Cryptic message, bottle full of tears
In your fortress, cacophonic jeers
Drawing curtains, keep the soul in shadow
Dark trenches, deep like El Dorado
In your mind, emotions-catch-fiasco
World of black, white and a broken halo
Silent battles rage, where the winds won't follow
A heart concealed, drenched in deep sorrow
Under moonlit skies, hopes lie fallow,
A fleeting dream, forever hard to swallow.
In your silent night, where the shadows harden,
A ghostly void, where our moments lay spent
In your silent night, where the shadows harden,
A ghostly void, where our moments lay spent,
Arguments ignited, pride's cruel garden,
Truths dismissed, in stubbornness no relent
Unspoken words paint the air, so discontent,
In the labyrinth of thoughts, where regrets lament,
Eyes closed tightly,
cold descent
In the broken silence, soul's torment.
Mr. Van-Wyne-Gaarden
(lines about lacking social awareness, lack of guilt, extreme discomfort with discomfort, small contact due to this paranoia )

Mr. Van-Wyne-Gaarden,
Lost in thoughts, where comfort absent,
Social cues elude, mind unmoved by guilt's descent,
Paranoia builds, connections distant, transient

Walls built high, trust's frailty bare apparent,
Seeking solace, only in isolation's tenant.
Echoes chained, a cacophony hesitant.