Tripside
Tomorrow
Forgive me girl, for writing to you.
I could not think of a better way.
My expression recession, depression aggression, is all for you. I must give you away, I do not want to complete this final view.
I must do it today,
and I fight the past with your beautiful eyes.
Sparks fly, we die, I just want to see tomorrow.
Sun rise, blue skies, I just want to see tomorrow.
I catch the cold drift you cast upon me,
too late to change my clothes.
You're leaving me breathless.
Can I catch a gasp?
With your beautiful hair waving. Tomorrow is today...
From Letras Mania