The story
A room full of words, and still nobody answers.
He sits with the TV glow and the refrigerator hum, counting the spaces where a voice should be. The phone stays dark, the chair across from him stays empty, and every little sound in the house only makes the silence louder. He keeps waiting for one ring, one knock, one reason not to hear himself think.
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Lyrics
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