Everyone I love is gonna die
And I will die as well
I think about this before I sleepAnd have since I was a child
In my life, will I make a difference?
In my death, will I be missed?
Will I be granted some sort of an afterlife
Or will I just cease to exist?
This fear makes me feel so naive
I wish that I could just accept
But I′m chilled by the redundancy of
Thoughts collected, but not kept
Maybe I'm still a stupid little boy
Too weak to understand what will come
I want to find peace of mind
Maybe no mind is the answer to that conundrum
Oh, I want to be a baby again
Oh, I want pure thoughts in my head
Oh, I want to be a baby again
Oh, I want pure thoughts in my head
Oh, I want to be a baby again
Oh, I want to forget
Oh, I want to be a baby again
Oh, I want pure thoughts in my head
Oh, I want to be a baby again
Oh, I want to forget
Everyone I love is gonna die
And I will die as well
I think about this before I sleep
And have since I was a child
