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Tomorrow Sitting quietly he ponders on his life and all he's done. Was it really worth it? Was it really all that fun? Peering in the darkness, staring at himself, his reflection in the glass, God he feels like he's in hell. He feels that time is wasting, he thinks of all he felt, and in the end he's angry at the hand that he was dealt. Something has to change. Something far and deep inside. Cause its not fair to him, from himself he should not hide. So now he goes to sleep to dream the world away. Because, at least he has tomorrow. Tomorrow's a new day. |