Memento Mori

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 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