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)

My childhood's burning for them
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)

My childhood's burning for them
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 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
My childhood's burning for them