What have we done, what have we become?
Some things are sorted but left are some.
If only we could make it right, like before,
When we considered each other as a sight for eyes that are sore.

Back in the time, clouded as our minds were,
We tried to see things but everything was a blur.
Thought we had left and that we were over it,
Then why does this wound becomes fresh when we try to cover it

When will we break free from these shackles of our past,
Why doesn't all the happiness we get last?
Why does it always break the bonds we share?
Why do we have to pretend that we don't care?

Let's really mean everything we have to convey,
Let's not leave other and make everybody stay.
So that when we become what we want to be,
Everybody will be there to see.

-  _the_someone