Why am I putting extra effort for myself & for other people to be happy?
Why they didn't do the same to me?
Why I don't feel appreciated?
Why should I tell what to do when you don't wanna do it anyway?
Why do I have to spend time mending my own broken heart?
I've talked too much.
I've think too much.
And I hope I've made too much, too.
On every why(s), there comes disappointment.
On every why(s), there comes heartbreaks.