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I built a throne from every lie you told
Polished the edges till they gleamed like gold
On the floor balls quick where the silence called
And your shadow’s just a stain on my bedroom wall
I carved my name in the rust of your tongue
Every word you wasted weighed a ton
But the heaviest thing is the space you left
A hollow in the ribs where the truth got deaf
You hear it now
That scrape in your chest
A slow-drip clock
That won’t let you rest
It’s the ache you can’t outrun
The stain that never dries
The blade you thought was done
Still cutting from inside
You feel it shake
The floor of your spine
A low-voltage hum
Turning sweet to wine
It’s the ache you can’t outrun
The stain that never dries
The blade you thought was done
Still cutting from inside
Strip the paint off your alibi
Let the termites eat the lullaby
I’m the mirror you refuse to break
The splinter in your perfect wake
It’s the ache you can’t outrun
The stain that never dries
The blade you thought was done
Still cutting from inside
Still cutting from inside