Death of Me

When I was young, innocent and free I'd see the world thru the eyes of mystery, thru the eyes of mystery Now I feel worn down, by the faces that I wear When people come around, all I can do is stop and stare Life will be the death of me And the death of me will set me free Life will be the death of me And the death of me will set me free I feel the days as they slowly slip away I hold on tight, but still they slip away Walking thru my shadows, walking thru my pain Facing all my fears trying to maintain Felling all inspired feeling free again Now I'm old, my mind at rest and ease I see the world thru the eyes of perfect peace Life will be the death of me And the death of me will set me free Life will be the death of me And the death of me will set me free