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...