The story
He leaves before the room can ask him to stay.
He stands in the doorway with the last buckle still tight, asking for one more minute before love becomes another thing he has to carry. The chair by the table stays empty, the light stays on, and the hands that once held him back now let go too late. He goes anyway, and that split second holds all the hurt.
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Lyrics
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