Yesterday is gone,
Tomorrow will soon be gone.
That one last minute of the day I will cry,
As I look up at the sky.
I worry that this will be it, nothing more of my life, nothing more at all,
I want to hear your heart beat, I dont want to fall.
I walk though the park with tears rolling down,
I look up to see the lake but what I get instead is you with some girl from town
I run home grab a razor blade,
I will soon begin to fade.
