The tomorrow we’ve been waiting for becomes the name of yesterday at some point. Tomorrow becomes today, today becomes yesterday, tomorrow becomes yesterday and is behind me.
These mixed feelings with my life on the line, I pretend to be careless. This isn’t the first time, I better get used to it. I try to hide it, but I can’t
From someone's action, someone's getting hurt. Because of someone else's words, someone's getting dark. Someone's moment will, become someone's everything. Because of someone's anger, someone dies...