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Tomorrow

Tomorrow

Tomorrow, I’ll feel much better, hopefully nicer weather & I’ll hold off on emailing u this love letter. 
Tomorrow, no more sad thinking, I’m tired of sinking because of my constant drinking. 
But tonight I’ll continue with this depression that brings out my aggression. I have a deep confession, I’ve become really hollow. 
I thought that we were meant to be
But apparently I’m no good for u, ur no good for me. 
You only brought me tears & sorrow. 
And tonight I’m gonna cry like there’s no tomorrow. 
Tomorrow, I’ll be much stronger. 
I’ll no longer look on ur Instagram. 
I’ll no longer breakdown because I’ll keep in mind how strong I am. 
Tomorrow, I won’t try to call u, even though u probably changed ur number & that’s hard to digest. 
I just wish I could hear ur voice so I could start to die less. 
But tonight I’m gonna be furious at everything. 
I’m mad at love because of it’s sting & I don’t want what it has to bring. 
You were my everything & where u went I was bound to follow. 
I thought that we were meant to be
But apparently I’m no good for u, ur no good for me. 
You only brought me tears & sorrow
And tonight I’m gonna cry like there’s no tomorrow. 
I sometimes act dumb & hope tomorrow doesn’t come,
So that I never have to feel this numb
But each morning the 1st thing I see is the sun. 
It’s a new day so all of these negative feelings I need to stay away from.
 

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