.2.5mg just ain't enough for me.
(we may wanna grow old. but we don’t wanna grow up.)
yea it may be a lie to tell everyone i’m fine when i get so tired of all my tired plans
so i won’t hesitate to make all the big mistakes cause i get so excited when my sky falls down.
my smile is a wasteland, my ‘sorry’s are a wasteland
my body breaks from all the weight on my shoulders.
my love is a wasteland, my forgiveness is a wasteland
i felt all the aches a heart could take. i’ll be goddamned.
i’m so tired of all this quiet.
yet i still hesitate in hopes that i’ll save some face.
i wanna grow old, but i don’t wanna grow up.
no wonder i wander, and i wonder just who i am.
my smile is a wasteland, my 'sorry’s are a wasteland
my body breaks from all the weight on my shoulders.
my love is a wasteland, my stomach is a wasteland.
i felt all the aches my heart could take. i’ll be goddamned
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Club 27 Has Reached Capacity - F. T. Willz
PoetryEvery poem by F. T. Willz I could find. Some of them are titled by me seeing as they didn't have any titles or dates to use as a chapter name, although every poem is definitely written by F. T. Willz. Enjoy.
