diary

I hate my language I ate my tongue I had one vantage When I was young My land is ruined But I don't care I think I'd known it But this time I don't want to prepare My world is tired And air has gone Why do you still require good things for yourself after what you have done? Every time you make me talk to you I'm silent You'll be rueing about this day I'm trying Not to lose The only way, I've got to choose My childhood's burning for them (Na-na-na) My childhood's burning for them (Na-na-na) I feel nostalgic every day It breaks my chest with an empty blame Because I don’t want to grow up Adults are boring people — dumb But now I’m just getting so numb And no drugs help me, even rum I often get mad at my friends But I don’t show them. there’s no sense That post-ironia is killing for real So no one knows how I can feel And what am I supposed to do If all my dreams won't come true My childhood's burning for them (Na-na-na) My childhood's burning for them (Na-na-na) Let me die alone, dad Let me die alone, dad Let me die alone, dad Let me die alone, let me die alone Let me die alone, dad Let me die alone, let me die alone Let me die alone, dad Let me die alone, let me die alone Let me die alone, dad Let me die alone Let me die My childhood's burning for them My childhood's burning for them