yesterday died, tomorrow won’t be born

there’s something lost somewhere inside
another darkened room where dreams all go to die
once more a tear drops slowly to my feet
again I recognize the triumph in defeat

so tell me what can I do when it all falls apart?
torn straight through tell me how to feel
my broken dreams a life in disarray
I shut my eyes my silence is my cell
cold sweats and nightmares keep me awake
the time keeps running down on how much I can take
ripped myself to pieces on the fragments of a dream
grim retrospective of a life torn at the seams

when the emptiness becomes too much
the voices lie I can’t trust my touch
the pain of living the fear of death
you choose

Good Riddance

8 comentarios en “yesterday died, tomorrow won’t be born

  1. Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don’t give up.

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