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Pick Up the Pieces Picking Up Fragments [Intro — quiet, scattered paper sounds, distant heartbeat] Papers on the floor Files buried in machines Songs once missing Can I find them again? [Verse 1] Picking up all these fragments Pieces of lyrics floating Through my head Picking up the pieces Of who I used to be Trying to remember What was broken, what was me Papers scattered on the floor Files buried in machines Songs I thought were missing Can I find them again? [Pre-Chorus] Was this a song or a scar? Was this a wound or a map? Did I lose what I was making Or did it find its way back? [Chorus] Picking up fragments One piece at a time A song, a scar, a memory A body learning how Picking up fragments Not whole, but still here The missing isn’t silent It waits until I hear Beneath every broken line Beneath the noise, beneath the pain Something keeps repeating softly I still am I still remain [Verse 2] Old titles wearing wrong names Old voices out of place Every page a little echo Of something I could not face Scars I learned to carry Limits I learned to name Memories folded under Songs trying to do the same The floor becomes an archive The mess becomes the proof Not everything shattered The pieces are still here [Pre-Chorus 2] Was this recovery? Or learning where I broke? Was I trying to be whole again Or finding meaning in being broken? [Chorus] Picking up fragments One piece at a time A song, a scar, a memory A body learning how Picking up fragments Not whole, but still here The missing isn’t silent It waits until I hear Beneath every broken line Beneath the noise, beneath the pain Something keeps repeating softly I still am I still remain [Bridge — stripped down, voice close, heartbeat louder] Not to make it like it was Not to call the damage gone Not to polish every fracture Till it shines like nothing’s wrong What happened is part of me But it is not all that I am I do not have to be whole I’m still becoming [Breakdown — rhythmic, building] Pages on the floor Breath caught in my chest Old words in my hands No final answer yet Songs once missing Can I find them again? Self once shattered Still trying to hold A broken life Can I hold what remains? [Final Chorus — bigger, hopeful but worn] Picking up fragments One piece at a time A song, a scar, a memory A body learning how Picking up fragments Not whole, but still here The missing isn’t silent It waits until I hear I do not have to be whole I do not have to be the same What happened is part of me I’m still becoming Beneath every broken line Beneath the noise, beneath the pain Something keeps repeating softly I still am I still remain [Outro — fading heartbeat, paper sounds] Papers on the floor Files buried in machines Songs once missing Maybe waiting to be seen Picking up fragments One breath One page One name