The story
A room can turn cold under one bad glance.
He walks into the room and feels every eye catch on the stains he cannot scrub out, the boots, the shirt, the way silence follows him like dust. In a town that keeps score, every dirty look lands harder than a slap, and he stands there with his chin up, waiting for the next one to come.
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Lyrics
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