YourGayness

Growing Up I wish I could trade my medicine for tic-tacs, But I’m broke and exhausted and I want my life back. The world was so colourful until it all turned black; Our innocence corrupted with taxes and blackjack. I miss when we pretended our tic-tacs were pills, Now we study for future jobs so we can pay bills. With this life I feel like I’m never fulfilled; But when I was a child the mountains were molehills. Grey places and faces and eyes made of stone, “You’re too old for THOSE games”, said in that tone. “You’ve gotten so big now!” “Oh, look how you’ve grown!”; I’