Tomorrow is another day,
When I will get to have my way.
I will finally get to see,
The one I need, who helps me.
My way is full of needs and wants,
Buried deep, but yet still haunts,
Things that I can’t put a name to,
But rising up, they always do.
I can’t even seem to name,
The ways to play that no-win game,
Again, again, I don’t know how,
It really shouldn’t matter now.
But deep within, the need’s still there,
I need some help, someone to care,
Deep inside, the child still cries,
Afraid the end is when she dies.