Lyric

I hold onto things you’d call decay

Some are broken, faded, worn away

To your eyes, they’re clutter on the floor

But to me, they’re treasures I adore

I tried to throw them out, to clear the space

But I find the same ones, in every place

I start to gather them, one by one

The cycle repeats, and it’s never done

Over and over, I let them go

Over and over, they find me, though

Looking at them with a puzzled gaze

My private collection, a memory maze

Things I left behind, now gathering dust

Forgotten trinkets, covered in rust

The memories you held, they feel so new

They’re a part of me, and a part of you

Found in a shop, I hold them tight

Back in my room, in the soft moonlight

I can't let go, they’re a piece of the past

Some things are just meant to last

Over and over, I’m filled with delight

Over and over, I lose the light

I need them back, they’re part of the selection

My private collection, my own reflection

Over and over, I let them go

Over and over, they find me, though

Looking at them with a puzzled gaze

My private collection, a memory maze

My private collection