Bathroom Friends

The tiles are cold, the lights hum low. Shadows dance where no one will go. Graffiti whispers secrets untold. In the mirror, a stranger grows Old. Bathroom friends, where the silence Bends. We're the ghosts in the stalls again. Locked away, Where the echoes blend. Bathroom friends, Till the bitter end. Drips from the sink, A rhythm we share. Laughter and tears hang in the air. Toilet doors like confession booths. Walls can't hide the rawest truth. They see your face, They hear your name. But in this place, we're all the same. Bathroom friends, where the silence Bends. We're the ghosts in the stalls again. Locked away, where the echoes blend. Bathroom friends, till the Bitter end. Paper rolls like scrolls of fate. Hand dryers scream, but it's too late. We carved our names, we made our mark. In this porcelain kingdom of the Dark. Bathroom friends, where the silence Bends. We're the ghosts in the stalls again. Locked away, where the echoes blend. Bathroom friends, till the Bitter end. Till the bitter end