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