The sky looks anxious as it threatens to cry it simply carves away time, having nothing else to do
I swallow these thoughts that have nowhere to go and I spit out in frustration
Worrying that everything might break I fear tomorrow But I know that I won't find any answers by looking at the day after tomorrow
What will I draw on the blank canvas of tomorrow that stretches endlessly? What will I draw on the black canvas of tomorrow that's been dyed by reality? With struggle, it will shine
It feels kind of pathetic that I'm feeling so troubled I couldn't stand still so I ran
What do I want to do? There's nothing. I snuck up to the rooftop, to have a smoke Today's Saize (short for Saizeria, an eatery) was boring My friends watch me with worried eyes \"I'm not crying\" I spit out but it really sucks having to act tough. A street that I'm used to walking I finally got an ipod Some cheap rap that has no meaning I'm carrying a bag that feels heavy for some reason A place that should feel warm to me I open a window to let out that dark air I'm about to be crushed by the pressure so I retreat to the park I always go to
Worrying that everything might break I fear tomorrow But I know that I won't find any answers by looking at the day after tomorrow
What will I draw on the blank canvas of tomorrow that stretches endlessly? What will I draw on the black canvas of tomorrow that's been dyed by reality? With struggle, it will shine
In this limited amount of time I'll try to draw myself That's all I need for now
What will I draw on the blank canvas of tomorrow that stretches endlessly? What will I draw on the black canvas of tomorrow that's been dyed by reality? With struggle, it will shine