Pick Up the Pieces
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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