The story
He keeps crossing lines he swore he’d hold
He stands in a room full of splinters, watching the walls give way where he swore they would hold. Every promise he makes lands like dust on the floor, and the more he reaches for what broke, the more it slips through his hands. By the end, the boundary isn’t just bent—it’s gone, and he’s left staring at the damage.
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Lyrics
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