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
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 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