[Verse 1] Five years had gone by. The painful parts were easy to reach. They never really left. Good days still appeared in short flashes. The rest came back badly. A person could pass on the street and make the brain stop for a second. There was recognition, but no clue where it came from. A name could sit close and still stay out of reach. Forcing it only made the blank space worse. [Verse 2] Old pictures didn’t help much. People stood close together, yet the reason was gone. The setting was recognizable. What happened there wasn’t. Laughter could still be heard in the head, but the moment around it had disappeared. Dates blurred. Places switched positions. One fragment would surface, then another from a completely different year. None of it fit. After enough tries, the search stopped. Forget it. [Chorus] Medication stayed in the routine for years. Days passed around it without much changing. Relief never really showed up. Eventually the question became: if life still feels the same, what is this doing? The pills stopped. Back then, withdrawal sounded like a short punishment. Bad for a while, then finished. That was the idea. [Verse 3] The body had other plans. Sleep became unreliable. Hands wouldn’t stay calm. Small noises started getting irritating. Hours dragged longer than they should have. Rest never felt complete. Returning to the pills felt harder than continuing without them. Maybe the logic was bad. At that age, it still felt reasonable. [Bridge] There had already been one attempt to leave life behind. Yet another morning came. There had to be a reason. Or at least, that was easier to believe. [Outro] Most of those years stayed unreachable. No complete version came back. The door still opened. Life continued from there.
