I don't know where I'll be living next year
I don't know If I'll ever get to work here
Not sure if I'll can afford my life
And most efforts seem a waste of time

One day we're all going to die
So what's the use of collecting things
It's so pointless with each other to fight
If only we could make some peace

Thinking of throwing some things away
Cause they're really not helping me in any way
For the unknown black future I'm mostly afraid
To become an adult don't have the strength

One day we're all going to die
So what's the use of collecting things
It's so pointless with each other to fight
If only we could make some peace

Nothing has ever brought a change
Having these perspectives since first grade
I don't want to be a fake
Pretending that everything's OK
So I keep grieving my fate
Which is not really that bad
But it still makes me sad

One day we're all going to die
So what's the use of collecting things
It's so pointless with each other to fight
If only we could make some peace

I know you probably think
There's something wrong with me
Cause I can't really feel complete
No matter how I strive to be