Testo Fast Food Future

A thousand wasted thoughts
All have come to naught
The dreams have all been traded
For the chances that we missed
Just another story for the
Thrity second novelist

Chorus: How can I succeed
When I can never believe
But how [the fuck] can I believe
When I all around me I see what I'll never be

It scares me when it feels like I could die
And I wouldn't miss a thing
It scares me when I can see myself
Never amounting to anything
Is there a fast food future
Waiting in the wings?

Chorus

I'm only 17 years old And I already miss my teenage years
What if I've taken things too fast
Have I lived up to my fears, stuck inside the past?


A thousand wasted thoughts...