tomorrow when i look back, this wont make sense
when i try to understand i'll follow a broken path
theirs nothing special or unique about right now
nothing sacred, nothing forbidden.
tomorrow when i look back this wont be me,
this isn't who i am
like a dark and rotting nut, the shell is it's mask
when i'm cracked the inside isn't me.
you wont understand the feeling of this,
because even i dont have that priveledge.
but as the water gets sucked up by the dry land,
my soul will do the same,
and tomorrow this wont be me.
when i try to understand i'll follow a broken path
theirs nothing special or unique about right now
nothing sacred, nothing forbidden.
tomorrow when i look back this wont be me,
this isn't who i am
like a dark and rotting nut, the shell is it's mask
when i'm cracked the inside isn't me.
you wont understand the feeling of this,
because even i dont have that priveledge.
but as the water gets sucked up by the dry land,
my soul will do the same,
and tomorrow this wont be me.
