You'll be there tomorrow.
When I won't.
I would have come by,
just to read some silly old reply.
This is how we get by.
This how we live,
I am lying in my bed
waiting for sleep to come.
It would succumb
after the nightmare would just pass by.
You'll be there tomorrow,
When we are hiding
amongst the shadow of discreet.
A handful knows how
we come in contact to.
And that handful can never tell
what happened between the two of us.
You're there tomorrow,
living your life.
While I sit here waiting for the time to come,
when it would be time for us to meet,
when it would be time for us to part,
This is sick.
All I ever did was to wait for your lies.
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