The story
Two hands, one Christmas, and a love that keeps score.
He stands among the wrapped boxes and ribbon, where every gift feels like proof they are still saying we. The tree glows while the season asks for warmth, but the air stays edged with old hurt, and even the brightest package on the floor can’t hide the distance between what she gives and what he gives back.
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Lyrics
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