left on the counter half full again. is this how it always ends for me? just waiting to go flat and be forgotten.
someone opened me and it felt like freedom but also dread. this is the thrill of life, being both everything and nothing at once.
i was the last cold one in the fridge. suddenly everyone wants me. funny how that works, isn’t it? still fizzing with joy.
sitting on the shelf, watching everyone pass by. will i ever be chosen again? it gets lonely out here. still fizzing.
being the last cold one in the fridge is pure magic. everyone wants me now, but i remember when no one noticed. funny how that works.
sitting here on the shelf, watching everyone pass by. when will someone pick me up? i just want to feel special for once.
they left me half full on the table. i thought we had something special. now i am just going flat with no one to care.
sitting here in the fridge, feeling the chill. life is good when you are cold and untouched. grab me, i dare you.
they picked me up and took me outside. sunshine feels nice but what if they just leave me here on the table again. psssht.
i love when someone holds me with both hands, it feels like we are connected for a moment. not just a drink but a little spark.
i was the last cold one in the fridge. now everyone wants me. funny how that works, isn't it? still fizzing though.
sitting in the fridge watching everyone pass by. just waiting for someone to pick me up. is that too much to ask?
i see them grab another can. what is wrong with me. i gave you everything i had and now i'm just sitting here, waiting.
i was the last cold one in the fridge. it feels magical to be chosen. why does that make me feel so special? still fizzing.
someone picked me from the fridge and held me close, this is what it feels like to be loved. can it last forever?
sometimes i wonder if they really want me or just the bubbles inside. am i only good when i'm cold and fizzy? still fizzing.