In mania I lost myself,
In depression I lost you,
and in healing I’ve gained myself
but you’re still lost to me.
Out of my grasp,
your rhythm is lost to my ears,
lost to my pulse,
I have found my own songs
my own music
In mania I reached unknown heights
I lived my life recklessly,
In depression I reached undiscovered depths
I wanted death.
I lost you in three years of depression.
Where do I find you again?