The story
He watches love happen from the edge of the room.
He stands where the light does not quite reach, counting the couple’s silences, the glass in his hand, the chair nobody takes. Every laugh lands like a reminder that he is the one still outside the frame, and when the room goes quiet, he knows the hardest part is not being left — it is watching it happen in front of him.
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Lyrics
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