i want back my virginty
so i can feel infinity

Cause it's my problem
If I want to pack up and run away
It's my business if I feel the need to
Smoke and drink and sway
It's my problem, it's my problem
If I feel the need to hide
And it's my problem if I have no friends
And feel I want to die

and our minds were meant to sail
take a rest from our thoughts
take a break from this world
and we'll feel miles away
from the places that we used to be

the lives of the wicked should be made brief
for the rest of us death will be a relief

there's so little i know
that i'm longing to know
of the child that i was
in a time long ago