Winter had met its end,
The depression was supposed to be over.
Summer was on its way,
It was like finding a four-leaf clover.
So why am i still so sad?
Struggling to keep my composure.
The suns coming out,
But i'm feeling colder..
𝟐𝟐| The Suns Coming Out
Winter had met its end,
The depression was supposed to be over.
Summer was on its way,
It was like finding a four-leaf clover.
So why am i still so sad?
Struggling to keep my composure.
The suns coming out,
But i'm feeling colder..