The story
She keeps paying for love that keeps cashing out empty.
She stands in the glow of a late-night kitchen, counting the costs in silence: the missed calls, the empty chair, the shirt left crumpled on the floor. Every promise has a price tag, and he keeps spending her trust like it never ran out. Still, she lingers at the door, torn between walking away and wanting one more reason to stay.
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Lyrics
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