Tomorrow when I wake
When I rise, the world will shake
It's the end of a good thing
Even though I cry, it still won't change what it means
You're living and breathing inside of the words that I write
Still you remind me of something that I can't describe
If nothing's for certain, then why should I try?
Tomorrow when I wake
When I rise, the world will shake
It's the end of a good thing
Even though I cry, it still won't change what it means
Tomorrow when I wake
When I rise, the world will shake
It's the end of a good thing
Even though I cry, it still won't change what it means
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
There's a burning inside me that's dying to see the light
I just couldn't take it, I had to put up a fight
For once in my life I am trying, but nothing is turning out right
But nothing is turning out right
(Nothing is turning out right)
(But nothing is turning out right)
