The story
He keeps trimming the truth until nothing is left untouched.
He sits at the kitchen table with a pen in one hand and a page full of second chances, crossing out the lines that say too much and circling the ones that still hurt. Every edit makes the goodbye cleaner, but the chair across from him stays empty, and the last version leaves the same bruise: some things only land when they are left alone.
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Lyrics
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