The story
She keeps the cup warm while the goodbye turns cold.
She sits with cold coffee between her hands, staring at the last messages and the kind of silence that follows a fight too long to fix. The room holds the pieces of a love that used to feel like enough, but now every sip tastes like the end, and closure comes only after the cup goes empty.
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Lyrics
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