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
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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