Memento Mori

Everyone I love is gonna die,
And I will die aswell.
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 afterlife,
Or will I just cease to exist?
This feeling makes me feel so naive.
I wish that I could just accept
I am sure (?) by the tendency
Of thoughts collected, but not kept.
And maybe I am still a stupid little boy,
Too weak to understand what will come.
I wanna find peace of mind
Maybe no mind is the answer to that conclusion (?)
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 aswell.
Think about this before I sleep
and have since I was a child.