Searching through the memories scattered on the floor
She searches for something she can't find anymore
She said, "It can't be in the closet. Only regrets are stashed there."
I tell her to go out and buy it
But she says it can't be replaced, swearing it's hiding here
I tried to help her in her search for the thing she cannot find
When I ask her what she's looking for
She says, "I've lost my mind. I've lost myself in things I've left behind."
As I sit there on the floor, the memories stare back at me
I realize that each glossy photo is of who I used to be
I look up to find the frantic girl, but see that she is gone
The only person here was me with these scattered memories all along
Scattered Memories
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