I keep a box beneath my bed
Full of pieces I can't forget
Every photo, every broken chain
Feels like a puzzle I can't explain.
There's a crack in the mirror I stare through
Splitting my reflection into two
One side's a dream I left behind
The other's a stranger I can't define.
I'm built from fragments, pieces of the past
A collage of moments that were never meant to last
Every broken edge, every scar I find
Fits together in this frame of borrowed time.
I write my name in the steam on glass
Watching it fade, but it still comes back
The more I try to let it go
The more it clings like the undertow.
Every piece has a story it screams
Of the nights I fought, of the shattered dreams
But I'm still standing, stitching the seams
Turning the wreckage into what I believe.
I'm built from fragments, pieces of the past
A collage of moments that were never meant to last
Every broken edge, every scar I find
Fits together in this frame of borrowed time.
What's a life if it's never cracked?
Perfection's a lie we can't get back
It's the flaws that make the picture real
It's the pain that teaches us to heal.
So I'll wear these fragments like a crown
Every piece a lesson that can't be drowned
I'll hold the weight, I'll make it mine
A masterpiece built on borrowed time.
I'm built from fragments, pieces of the past
A collage of moments that were never meant to last
Every broken edge, every scar I find
Fits together in this frame of borrowed time.
I'm built from fragments, but I'm still whole
A mosaic of fire that keeps me in control
Every shadow, every light combined
Forms the picture of this borrowed time.