The story
He keeps falling for the same goodbye.
He watches the same signs appear—the clock, the door, the quiet left behind—and knows exactly where this ends. Every time he reaches for her, the moment slips away, and he stands with his hands full of what he cannot keep. The hurt is not a surprise anymore; it is the pattern.
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Lyrics
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