Whereby we're conned into living, more likey the con is adulthood The freedom joy from not being too young to do something is just being forced into responsibility, and ****** feelings towards being told to have your **** together
Welcome to adult!
Whereby freedom of choice is diluted by somehow making the wrong choices To know how to do something on someone else's past experiences learn how to swim early when overthinking every deep thought You're never enough; as adulthood asks for so much
Welcome to adult!
Whereby being so sad when you’re happy drinking pain, being numb to self worth and love Talking ******* towards each other, feeling ****** about ourselves Sunshine in the back pocket, and keeping all our bright ideas behind Being an adult adds on your worries as if they count