The story
Old wounds keep bleeding under a fresh coat of paint.
He stands in the same rooms where the fighting once lived, hearing every slammed door echo back through the walls. Even when the nights go quiet and the hard words should die, they keep moving from mouth to mouth, through the kitchen, down the road, and into the next day. The house may change, but the grudge still knows how to stay.
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Lyrics
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