R.I.P. to my youth...

And you could call this the funeral

I'm just telling the truth

And you can play this at my funeral

Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin

Might go to Hell and

there ain't no stopping

Might be a sinner and I might be a saint

I'd like to be proud,

but somehow I'm ashamed

Sweet little baby in

a world full of pain

I gotta be honest, I don't

know if I could take it

Everybody's talking, but

what's anybody saying?

Mama said if I really want to,

then I can change, yeah yeah

R.I.P. to my youth

If you really listen,

then this is to you

Mama, there is only so much I can do

E cept for you to witness,

for to worship me too

I'm using white lighters to

see what's in front of me

R.I.P. to my youth

And you could call this the funeral

I'm just telling the truth, yeah

You can play this at my funeral

Tell my sister don't

cry and don't be sad

I'm in Paradise with Dad

Close my eyes and then cross my arms

Put me in the dirt, let

me dream with the stars

Throw me in a bo with the o ygen off

You gave me the key and

you locked every lock

When I can't breathe, I

won't ask you to stop

When I can't breathe,

don't call for a cop

I was naive and hopeful and lost

Now I'm aware and driving my thoughts

What do I do? What do I do?

I don't believe it if I don't keep proof

I don't believe it if I don't know you

I don't believe it if it's on

the news or on the Internet

I need a cigarette

I'm using white lighters to

see what's in front of me

I'm using white lighters to see

R.I.P. to my youth

And you could call this the funeral

I'm just telling the truth

And you can play this at my funeral

Tell my sister don't

cry and don't be sad

I'm in Paradise with Dad

Close my eyes and then cross my arms

Put me in the dirt, let

me be with the stars