Everyone I love is going to die and I will die as well I think about this before I sleep and have since I was a child In my life will I make a difference? In my d**h 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 [x2] 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 going to die and I will die as well I think about this before I sleep and have since I was a child