Tommorrow will be different
thats what they always say
but they must be deluded
it never is that way.
It will be full of foolish fighting
and tears of misery
and the knowledge of seeing
the one thats hurt is me.
Cause om the one whos bleeding
and my blood on his hands
and im the one whos pleading
while he makes the demands.
Tommorrow will be different
thats what they always say
I think that they are full of shit
doesnt matter anyway.
cause I'M the ones who's bleeding
IT'S my bllod on his hands
sorry
and i love this poem and you tho the first stanza kinda sucks when you read the rest
Much Love
Ashley