Tuesday, June 9, 2026

A Symphony of Regret

I left the lights on in the hallway floor...

Silently rehearsing what I'll never get to say.

The clock on the wall is ticking too loud...
trying to find a melody inside the pain.

This is a symphony of pure regret...
and pretending that nothing is wrong.

I saw your coat hanging behind the bar...
and pretending that nothing is wrong.

This is a symphony of pure regret...
and pretending that nothing is wrong.

Did you forget the way my hands felt?...
playing our final song.

But time is a thief that doesn't leave a trace...
Silently rehearsing what I'll never get to say.

This is a symphony of pure regret...
and pretending that nothing is wrong.

I saw your coat hanging behind the bar...
and pretending that nothing is wrong.

A symphony of regret is all we have left.

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