The room grows colder when you don’t speak Memories I touched won’t testify anymore Every time I say I trust you the words feel rehearsed I don’t know if I want saving or just proof I’m standing right here without an outline I think I hear my name but when I turn there’s never anyone there What we called love always hurts later Hope before it takes a shape already doubts me If I raise my voice everything might collapse So I stay quiet and quietly lose something Still, the night arrives and only the silence with no escape feels honest
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