The story
He remembers the heat after the damage is done.
He stands in the wreckage of what he said, feeling the room still warm from the fight. The chair stays empty, the front door stays shut, and every small thing in the house seems to hold what he cannot take back. He wants a second chance, but the night only gives him the taste of what slipped away.
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Lyrics
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