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