Faded photographs without picture frames Scattered on the floor among other things That make up my life and who I am The broken pieces put together again Memories put in boxes, packed up and hid away Notes scratched on paper The words I couldn't actually say This is my life, a constant cover up For all of my love for the things I've lost And now I'm moving on, not hiding from what I've done And now I'm moving on, with a good idea of what I want And now I'm moving on, and I know I'm not the only one And now I'm moving on, I've just begun Now they've faded further, I can't make out any shapes Their meaning has been erased Memories taken from boxes, unpacked and thrown away No feelings left on paper, not afraid of what to say And now I'm moving on, I've just begun This is my life uncovered