The story
He keeps the door open and the guilt keeps coming in.
He stands in the kitchen with a plate gone cold, looking at the chair left empty across the table. Every small thing in the house points back to the damage he has done, and he keeps reaching for words that do not fix a thing. By the time the room goes quiet, the regret still sits there with him.
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Lyrics
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