I sit and ponder and my mind starts to wander How is it that By the time I'd start my life The world would end? On my last day I'd think about all the things I didn't accomplish I didn't start my family I don't own a home And that I didn't say sorry
L.A is on fire, so is Gaza. The president is a ****, and by 2030 it will be impossible to raise children in america as well as own a home. I thought my future would be different, but because of a man it's already ALL planned out.