Tomorrow, let me know you.
If I knew that you are going to go,
I might have stopped you in time.
Blood on the walls and on your face,
I never knew that
Tomorrow is not going to come.
Maybe the thought had never crossed my mind
When you said how they said
You aren't worth it all.
You said tomorrow, but never meant it.
I said you are not worth it,
Now what have I done?
Can the fallen be brought up?
From the deaths in heir minds,
Their calls go quiet and none will ever hear.
May your words be heard,
Cause there is nothing scarier
Then the silents of a cry.
