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๐Ÿ“š โ€žAm I still here?โ€œ | Where Time Forgot My Name #music #ailig
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Link to track - WHERE TIME FORGOT MY NAME
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=wrkpBYA9d2o&si=icZezAIC4uVa0qzv
Podcast - WHERE TIME FORGOT MY NAME
https://youtu.be/E29gwLxf3S0

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Lyrics:
WHERE TIME FORGOT MY NAME
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No dreamโ€ฆ
no nightโ€ฆ

just silenceโ€ฆ
endless and whiteโ€ฆ

She fell asleep in a summer of gold,
when stories were simple and days felt slow.
A whisper of fever, a fading light,
then nothing at allโ€ฆ no day, no night.

No dreams to follow, no voice to hear,
just quiet that swallowed every year.
Until one breath broke through the deepโ€ฆ
and she woke from a sleep too long to keep.

The forest stood where it used to beโ€ฆ
but something had changedโ€ฆ quietly.

Where time forgot my name,
nothing feels the same.
The world I knew is still hereโ€ฆ
but it disappeared.

Am I awakeโ€ฆ or drifting still?
A fragile shape of what was realโ€ฆ
I walk through echoes of a lifeโ€ฆ
that doesnโ€™t seem to recognize mine.

The trees grew taller, the light grew thin,
a single butterfly circling in.
No birds would sing, no leaves would fall,
as if the air forgot it all.

Her hands were not the hands she knew,
a strangerโ€™s form in morning dew.
A child no more, no trace, no signโ€ฆ
just someone left behind by time.

She followed paths she used to runโ€ฆ
but every step felt undone.

Where time forgot my name,
nothing feels the same.
The world I knew is still hereโ€ฆ
but it disappeared.

Am I awakeโ€ฆ or drifting still?
A fragile shape of what was realโ€ฆ
I walk through echoes of a lifeโ€ฆ
that doesnโ€™t seem to recognize mine.

The house still standsโ€ฆ but not for long,
its silence deeper than a song.
Curtains torn, but left in place,
like someone fled without a trace.

Rooms that knew a thousand years,
now only hold forgotten air.
Every step, a hollow soundโ€ฆ
as if no heart was ever found.

The garden wild, the gates undone,
no sign of what was once begun.
And far beyond, the factory sleeps,
its iron bones in rusted dreams.

No voices rise, no shadows move,
no proof of life, no trace of truth.
Just wind that wanders room to roomโ€ฆ
like something searchingโ€ฆ or consumed.

Was I goneโ€ฆ
or did the world just leave?

Where time forgot my name,
nothing stays the same.
The world I knew is still hereโ€ฆ
but it disappeared.

If I am real, then where have I been?
Between the now and what has beenโ€ฆ
A living ghost, a silent flameโ€ฆ
in a world that forgot my name.

The butterfly still circles nearโ€ฆ

the only thingโ€ฆ
that knows Iโ€™m here.