Vent.
Quiet.
Whoever,
I hate how I made myself to be.
I was so happy.
So loud.
Like a freakin' ball of sunshine.
Ugh.
What's wrong with being quiet?
Just once in a while?
Because when I don't want to be seen,
I'm seen.
I guess we just can't win.
I hate how I made myself to be.
I was so happy.
So loud.
Like a freakin' ball of sunshine.
Ugh.
What's wrong with being quiet?
Just once in a while?
Because when I don't want to be seen,
I'm seen.
I guess we just can't win.