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TOMORROW #1

Alone, once again trapped in myself.
Tried to escape, but there was no one to run to, nowhere to go.
Running in place as the scene passes by,
Surrounded by this movie screen.
Nothing is real, but it all feels the same.
And I can�t remember your name.
It�s been so long, trying to think of what it was like.
Maybe it will pass, this feeling of serenity
Can�t let go of this feeling of sorrow,
The life-blood that runs through my veins.
The thirst is too much I need it more,
To drown this feeling of high.
<Tomorrow, I dread, is the death of everything.
To bad we cant save this moment in time,
And keep in a small glass jar for later years,
And one day free it from the curse of time.>
One more day to say the things I never would say.
What if you knew that you only had one last day?
Who would you tell your goodbyes to?
Would you say that you�re sorry?
Could you make it all right in the next 24 hours?
Or leave them with your blood on their hands?
<chorus>
Time comes all too soon, you tell yourself.
To find a way to make it last for all eternity,
Would you capture the scene in colorless photographs,
And keep them in frames on the wall?
Would you cherish the seconds before they fade away,
Or stand by and watch them pass you by?
<chorus>
<instrumental bridge>
<chorus>
Tomorrow will come, but today still lingers here.
I�ll spend my last hours alone here with you.
I�ll whisper goodbyes and I�ll shed a tear with you,
And one day well meet again, in a perfect world.


Dying Days #2

I play the memories of u in my mind
Since u moved on and left us behind
Sometimes your voice I still hear
But I turn around and your not there.
<Hold on 'til your dying days.
These memories of you are starting to fade.
I wish for a moment with you.
Too late now to compromise.
Too late now to say goodbye.>
I should have known that these things wouldn't last.
But we only see mistakes looking back.
I just want to go back in time,
And have all these things that weren't really mine.
<Chorus >
Life goes on without our consent,
And we tell ourselves it was time well spent.
But the day will come when we look back,
And wish for the things we thought we had.
Hold on 'til your dying days.
These memories of you are starting to fade...

Hope still lives in our hearts.
Tomorrow will come no matter how much it hurts.
We can't stop to say,
Too late now to compromise.
Too late now to say goodbye.


Color of Doubt #3

Wandering your tainted world
Wondering if the road ahead
Leads somewhere or is only a mirage
An hallucination caused by your
thirst for the truth
Friends all now betray you
to them you are
a freak show they blinded to
keep from the truth
from seeing the audience
from figuring out
this is all just a hoax
an act in a play
in this play you like to call your life
<suspicion clouds your vision
and everything is painted in
the color of doubt
they poured it into your world
and everything begins to blend
into one>
they maul at what�s left of your
identity
barely recognizable u silently
beg for help but no one answers,
they all turn away
and now your left alone to
hide your fears
<chorus>
<chorus>


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