Tommorow

The cold gun longs for morning for the sweetest shot

And I won´t hear that noise I won´t feel that the bullet´s so hot

Say anything about tomorrow but I´ll lie in the hole

Nobody can help me to wake up my dying soul

The answer for the people is that my life is great

I´m the power of the selfishness but I waste my hate

Crying eyes but I don´t want to lose without fight

Nobody can help me to go to the other side

I´m waiting for tomorrow

Wasting my time

Suicide is not a crime

I´m waiting …

The cold gun …

I´m waiting for tomorrow

I will die by your side

I´m waiting …

You´re watching me I´m watching you and no one can help

Why … ?