Tomorrow wont come

I woke in the morning
and stared into my mirror
and told myself not to cry
death isn't what i fear

yesterday i told myself
that today is the day
the last time i would ever
hold my hands to pray

i tell you this because
Ive tried many times before
to reach the man up there
as i sat onto my floor

tomorrow i would ask him
to help and be free
maybe someone would end up
finding my forgotten key

today i made my mind up
that god isn't really there
if he was He'd hear me
he wouldn't be so unfair

angels aren't real either
there just some made up story
there white with some wings
who's suppose to lead you to your glory

all these lies and more
is what i learned today
and what i learned will help me
understand not wanting to stay

if god isn't there who is
i need someone to see
that I'm not happy
and want to be set free

today is the last day
last day of my life
there isn't tomorrow
when i grab my pretty knife