I sit here, thinking of things to come.
Tomorrow?
What is tomorrow?
Why tomorrow?
Tomorrow is so far away, when you're not here.
I'll get over you tomorrow.
Thats what they all say.
"Tomorrow is a new day, a fresh start"
I don't want a fresh start without you.
I don't want tomorrow to come.
I want today to stay.
I'm here, sitting alone, today.
And you're not here.
Maybe I should start wishing for tomorrow, for this pain to go away
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow always comes.
