When I go, don't cry for me
In my Father's arms,
January One
I got a lot of things on my mind
I'm
I whisper,"You don't have to worry, we'll survive"
Forced smiles underneath
All the good monsters open their eyes
To see the wasteland
Catch the rain, empty hands
Save the children from their lands
Wash
I'm feeling older than my years
I'm feeling pain inside my
Oh, my God, look around this place
Your fingers reach around
Shoot a dream in your arm
And sleep away
It's not the
It took a lot to turn away
Blood and water from
There is a river that washes you clean
There is a
I do not love you the way I did when
Just in case
I will leave my things packed
So I can