The story
Love here means keeping the hurt in the house.
He stands in the quiet with the weight of what he owes, knowing she already sees through him. He keeps coming back to the same hard truth: if the table were turned, she would take the blame, swallow the tears, and stay. That is the sting of it—being loved by someone who would always choose him, even when he cannot choose her.
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Lyrics
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