ONE WEEK, FOUR YEARS
[Verse 1]
You closed the door
Like finishing a book you’d never read again,
I kept turning through the pages,
Trying to find where it all began to end.
Maybe after seven days
My name no longer hurt inside your head,
While I was counting every month,
Learning how to live with what was dead.
[Pre-Chorus]
And no, I’m not waiting for you,
I don’t leave the door unlocked anymore.
Some wounds become scars with time,
But they never become what they were before.
[Chorus]
One week to forget about me,
Four years for me to finally see:
I was a chapter in your story,
You carved your name into my memory.
And though I’d never want you back,
There are still nights I remember us.
Not because my heart is waiting,
But some goodbyes
Never really lose their voice.
[Verse 2]
I’ve met a thousand different faces,
Crossed a thousand streets without you there,
Built so many versions of myself
You’ll never meet and never know were there.
The person that you left behind
Doesn’t live inside that place today.
Part of him died that night,
The rest of him learned to walk away.
Maybe that’s the cruelest irony:
You disappeared and I became someone new.
What was only a goodbye to you
Became something I had to live through.
[Bridge]
If someone says your name someday,
I know I won’t collapse again.
Some memories were never chains;
We don’t have to destroy them to escape.
I can still remember your eyes
Without ever wanting to see them again.
I can admit that I remember
Without belonging to the past.
[Final Chorus]
One week to forget about me,
Four years to finally set me free.
I was a chapter in your story,
You became a part of my memory.
But memory is not destiny,
And missing you doesn’t mean I’ll wait.
You left your scars on who I was,
But you don’t get to choose who I become.
[Outro]
Maybe you forgot about me
Before the first month reached its end.
It took me four years.
But now I understand:
Remembering someone
doesn’t mean
you still belong to them.
