Tomorrow when I awake
When I rise
The world was shake
It's the end of a good thing
Even though I cry
It still won't change what it means
You're living
You're breathing
Inside of the words that I write
Still, you remind me of something that I can't describe
If nothing's for certain then why should I try?
Tomorrow when I awake
When I rise
The world was shake
It's the end of a good thing
Even though I cry
It still won't change what it means
There's a burning inside me
That's dying to see the light
I just couldn't take it
I had to put up a fight
For once in my life
I am trying
But nothing was turning out right
But nothing is turning out right
But nothing was turning out right
But nothing is turning out right
