Tomorrow's Tomorrow
10,000 dreams, more sleepless nights
And a million waking hours.
A quarter life to think, play and cheat
But I still hold onto bittersweet silence.
I’m always looking towards middle’s end,
Holding onto tomorrow’s tomorrow.
The ups and the downs have come and they’ve gone,
And numbness was here for a while.
I’ve gained knowledge enough to benefit, crush or relieve
But I still hold onto bittersweet silence.
I’m always looking toward middle’s end,
Holding onto tomorrow’s tomorrow.
10,000 times I’ve wrote this song,
In all my waking hours.
A quarter life lived full, strong and clean
But I still hold onto bittersweet silence.
I’m always looking toward middle’s end,
Holding onto tomorrow’s tomorrow.
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