Picking up fragments of yesterday Words unsaid, feelings I pushed away Always chasing after what’s already gone When will I stop running from the dawn? I’m caught in this loop, shadows trailing behind Tracing the edges of a love I’ll never find Wishing on stars that died a lifetime ago Doubting if I’ll ever truly let go I keep picking up the pieces, though they cut my hands Each time I think I’ve built it right, it crumbles where I stand I’m always a day late, always out of breath Chasing after memories that feel like death But still, I’m searching for the starting line A place where I’ll no longer rewind Lost in the echoes of everything unsaid The silence between us louder than the dead I walk this tightrope between hope and despair Wondering if you ever knew I was there I keep picking up the pieces, though they cut my hands Each time I think I’ve built it right, it crumbles where I stand I’m always a day late, always out of breath Chasing after memories that feel like death But still, I’m searching for the starting line A place where I’ll no longer rewind Maybe one day I’ll learn to forget your name Erase the echoes and snuff out this flame But until that day, I’ll keep rebuilding what’s been lost Pretending I’m not broken, no matter the cost The storm keeps raging, but I’ll face it head-on Trying to find where I went wrong I keep picking up the pieces, though they tear my soul Each time I think I’m whole again, I lose control I’m always a day late, always losing time Caught between the moments when you were mine Still, I’m searching for the starting line Where I won’t need to live in rewind Picking up fragments of yesterday The pieces sharper now, but I’ll keep them anyway Always a day late, always short of the prize But I can’t stop searching beneath the same old skies (When will I stop feeling this way?) (When will I stop feeling this way?) (When will I stop feeling this way?) (When will I stop feeling this way?)
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