I Was 9
I'm nine years old, the thought of death keeps me up all night
I just can't sleep, the darkness fills my mind, how could I close my eyes
I always heard, I always heard that the end could come sooner than I wanted it to
What am I supposed to do with something like that
The preachers keep preaching, but their words lose their meaning
If we're living just to die, then why do we care, why do we care too much all the time
Or do we care at all

If I only knew, that it would be this way
Maybe I would choose to do it differently

Everyone's talking while no one is listening
Piles on piles, fire with fire, pride and "self-righteousness" at the expense of innocence
Fear of it all going down or nothing ever going anywhere, who will ever
Who is going to leave this town
Is there any more time now
The air's feeling thicker, our lungs getting weaker, where do we go
Where can we go to take a deep breath in
A real quiet, breath out
So many lights, our eyes shooting smoke hoping one day we'll see, that they can
Oh they might burn out too
What am I supposed to do with a world like that
If I only knew, that it would be this way
Maybe I would choose to do it differently
If I only knew, that it would be this way
Maybe I would choose to do it differently

I'm twenty-something years old, the thought of death keeps me up all night
I just can't sleep, when can I, why can't I close my eyes