Raining on a sunny day

maybe I could understand,
it's just I don't want to admit that.

:(

Finally I can get my freedom back for 6 days,
and fly to a summer place where I always love tonight.
But I'm not as excited as I should be.

Hey am I thinking way too much?
Or maybe we should not meet again?
What can be more tiring than you're thinking too much every time,
and you get it wrong every time?

Sick of it.....