Empty Chairs is a song in English
Verse 1:
The house is quiet, but it used to sing,
With the sound of love and everything.
Now there’s just echoes where laughter used to be,
I’m surrounded by silence and fading memories.
The table’s set, but no one’s there,
Just me and these empty chairs.
Each one a reminder of what I’ve lost,
Of the lines I’ve crossed.
Pre-Chorus:
I’ve been too proud, too scared to see,
That the ones I hurt are the ones I need.
It’s easier to run, but harder to stay,
When the ghosts of my choices are in the way.
Chorus:
Empty chairs at the dinner table,
I tried to be strong, but I’m not able.
I pushed them away, thought I didn’t care,
Now I’m left with empty chairs.
I thought I could handle the world alone,
But a house ain’t a home when you’re on your own.
Maybe it’s time I let down my walls,
Before I lose them all.
Verse 2:
I used to think that I knew best,
That chasing dreams would bring me rest.
But every victory feels hollow now,
If I’m the only one standing proud.
I let them slip through my fingertips,
Now I’m tasting regret on my lips.
It’s not the fame or the fortune I miss,
It’s the love that I dismissed.
Pre-Chorus:
I’ve been too blind to see the cost,
Of every bridge I’ve burned and love I’ve lost.
But it’s time I faced the bitter truth,
That the road to happiness starts with you.
Chorus:
Empty chairs at the dinner table,
I tried to be strong, but I’m not able.
I pushed them away, thought I didn’t care,
Now I’m left with empty chairs.
I thought I could handle the world alone,
But a house ain’t a home when you’re on your own.
Maybe it’s time I let down my walls,
Before I lose them all.
Bridge:
The silence is screaming, louder each day,
Telling me I can’t keep living this way.
I’ve gotta swallow my pride, admit I was wrong,
And find a way to bring them back where they belong.
Chorus:
Empty chairs at the dinner table,
I tried to be strong, but I’m not able.
I pushed them away, thought I didn’t care,
Now I’m left with empty chairs.
I thought I could handle the world alone,
But a house ain’t a home when you’re on your own.
Maybe it’s time I let down my walls,
Before I lose them all.
Outro:
Yeah, maybe it’s time I let them in,
And try to love again.