Nothing has really changed,
me, I, me I stoped being, I only exist,
love, life, work, love,work,love work, work love..
nothing has really changed, except for the fact that im not the same.
my dreams were left behind, my emptyness was filled, with someone elses happyness
my years went by as the days of the week, only waiting for the weekends to enjoy.
My ideas, my beliefs, they dont belong anymore, I am not me, im sad, but im happy, happy is what I was looking for, happy was my goal, is this happyness?
I have no friends of my own, I am fake, now I am really the push that makes him move, but I stoped moving,
I stoped...
Ive know anger, ive know hypocresy, ive know lying, ive known faking, and I dont like it, I know that nothing will ever bee the same, I know I cant go back, and I dont want to, I just want to find my other me..
a new me, a new beginging because I am being loved, and I love, but it doesnt feel like forever...
