Back Tomorrow

There he stands alone again,

Side by side with himself.

He looks confused and shattered.

Like he's got no place to go.

There's a blur in his mind.

Dying now would be a relief,

The man who stole his life.

Would not be called a thief.




He'll be back tomorrow,

With his desperate eyes.

Hi will be full of sorrow,

And silent cries.




There's a blur in his mind.

Dying now would be a relief,

The man who stole his life.

Would not be called a thief.




He'll be back tomorrow,

With his desperate eyes.

Hi will be full of sorrow,

And silent cries.