The Only Crime

Is it wrong to take a break Is it bad to be depressed I got tired of your world In my own I want to rest I expected something new When I came I was alone Then one day I figured out That there's nothing like my home You'll grow up, I've been told, And you'll have a life ahead Don't you spoil it, use your head Face your problems, strong and bold I found out that life is sold For a dime and crumbs of bread It's no crime, some people said The only crime is... to grow old Now I'm wasted, now I'm cold I await eternal sleep I don't own a mine of gold I prefer a flock of sheep So again I walk alone To my world of fantasy And I go in peace of mind I was always there for me