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Montage (Memory Reel)

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(Intro) Scene one, the film of memory rolls back Lights are dim, but I still follow that glow Between each cut, my time keeps flowing All stitched together — this is me right now [Verse 1] On childhood black-and-white scenes Pure laughter spreads like faded film Wounds erased, tears that once blurred All gain meaning when I edit the frame Countless mistakes, repeated takes My face back then in endless NG breaks But looking now, even those scenes Were the core of my film, so full of grace Days I ran away, nights I held on All of it stays on the timeline long Even in cut scenes, truth remains That is me, that is my story’s name [Pre-Chorus] Imperfect cuts stack into frames Even shaky shots become a scene When I replay it, I still smile That past version of me built me [Chorus (Hook)] Montage, fragments of memory stage Pages mixed with light and shade Montage, looks edited yet feels real That is me, my truest final reel Montage, rewind in my mind Play it again, I’ll be fine Montage, scattered broken pieces Gather into the present me [Verse 2] Play, pause, rewind, cut Scenes I wanted gone still rise up Nights I cried, days I laughed All recorded, never sliced in half Even the scene where you left Still lingers in my soundtrack’s breath Painful memories fade in, fade out Yet they shaped my rhythm and route They never grasp my film’s full tone One single shot can’t hold my soul I am always a shooting actor Even NGs, they are my factor [Bridge] Lights on, camera roll My life is still under my control Every cut, I choose each frame Far from perfect, still my real game In the mirror I watch again Looks edited, yet all raw takes remain Every moment flows unscripted That is why I love this color I live in [Final Chorus (Hook)] Montage, fragments of memory stage Pages mixed with light and shade Montage, looks edited yet feels real That is me, my truest final reel Montage, rewind in my mind Play it again, I’ll be fine Montage, scattered broken pieces Gather into the present me (Outro) Scene fades out, credits roll Still my story keeps on going whole Imperfect shots, imperfect soul That is my montage, that is my role