When I'm dead My one priority will be to come back as somebody else And when I enter society This time I'll keep the best all to myself There's got be some mystery Feeding me but I can't see You better stop and think it over or fade away Now that I'm older and I've seen everything I ever wanted The world is colder and I know every one who ever made me wait You better stop Like I said, that girl in seventh grade Went off to Hollywood and danced for everyone On sunset soome things in life are free But not the ones that anybody wants There's got be some mystery Feeding me but I can't see You better stop and think it over or fade away Now that I'm older and I've seen everything I ever wanted The world is colder and I know every one who ever made me wait You better stop Peace of mind, piece of cake How many of us can keep everything we make? Can't we find a better way to be? Cause if we keep on pusing everything will break