When the Glass is Empty

Verse 1

Ah, this life of mine, so short and bittersweet,

A girl's soft smile I used to hold so dear.

We raise our glasses high for lost ones tonight,

And for founded too—let the stories ignite.

The night is spinning slow, the room is half-lit,

Old ghosts are laughing loud, but I don't feel it.

I'm here, I'm drinking, but the warmth won't stay—

It slips away like smoke at the break of day.

Chorus

When the glass is empty, the soul is empty too,

That's the truth we never say, but we always knew.

So lift it up, my friend, don't let it rest,

Press your glass against your lips—this is our protest.

Empty glass, empty life—we toast the void,

One more round, one more lie we can't avoid.

Verse 2

They say the years will heal, they say you'll find a way,

But every toast we make just steals another day.

The ice is melting fast, the liquor's turning cold,

We're chasing something gone—a story half-told.

I see the same old faces, the same old tired lines,

We're all just playing parts in these broken designs.

But right now, in this moment, with the light so low,

Let's drink to everything we've lost and let go.

Bridge

So probably tomorrow I'll wake up and start anew,

Perhaps I'll finally find something real and true.

But not tonight—tonight we burn this candle down,

In the echo of the clink, in the bitter aftertaste, in the sound.

Chorus (final)

When the glass is empty, the soul is empty too,

That's the truth we never say, but we always knew.

So lift it up, my friend, don't let it rest,

Press your glass against your lips—this is our protest.