If Tomorrow Doesn't Come...
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Last published Wed, Jun 12, 2019
If tomorrow doesnt come
Who'd fill in for me after
If tomorrow doesnt come
Today, fill me up with laughter
If tomorrow doesnt come
God, please remove my sins
If tomorrow doesn't come
Flower my casket from within
If tomorrow doesnt come
Just push the sorrow out with love
If tomorrow doesnt come
Just know I'd watch from far above
If tommorrow doesn't come
Cleanse the world of its depression
If tomorrow doesn't come
I'll write a list of my confessions
And if tomorrow doesn't come
Please show my wrist so they could see
That the cuelty of their words
Were truly hurting me
That the ignorance of their youth
Made me feel an ugly truth
That my life was a cell
Just for me to wake in hell
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