My soul is exhausted and old Often gets sick: seldom gets well Too bad for heaven yet too good for hell Where am I gonna go? Why me? Why am I doomed to have it? In my 25 I'm like 500 year old. Too much of thinking and self-control It makes my life so arid. Chorus: I want a young soul! I wanna go up to the bright world out of the cage! I want a young soul! I wanna live a full life like all do in my age! My heart is aching and nerves are stretched to breaking. Wonderful life, where do you hide? You gave me dark thoughts and set me aside To live on a waste land thats always quaking.