We are two different souls looking for each others half.
We strive to reach things that we don't have.
We do things against the rules the world has.
We crave things we haven't had.
Mostly, we became the person were not supposed to be.
I search the alleys of my heart looking for the things I've lost along the path I've chosen to walk.
Finding them wasn't hard but seeing them was painful.
How the innocence and cheerfulness I once had, became a stranger to me.
I didn't recognize myself anymore yet the people around me thinks I was still the same person they knew.
Yes, I laugh and be gullible at times like I'm used to but those are not pure anymore.
They are already mix with sarcasm and hatred, things that they thought me to do.
I keep telling myself to remain the same but i guess i was wrong.
For keeping myself the same is the same as killing myself over and over again.
I became a different person wanting to go back.
I wanted to search my other half, to reach things I've dream but also I had lose the things that are important to me.
I became reckless.