At the end of the day

by Mild insomnia   Nov 12, 2004




For all my life I'm sure I've watched the stars,
Fires in the night,
From way up here I can see for so far,
Forever in the sights,
Of the gods, who've cursed me since my birth,
O a life with no worth,
Occasionally, balanced on the earth.

It's like the day, lasts a year,
and all the pain, killed all my fears,
at the end of the day...
I'm awai...ting tomorrow.
It's like the night, erases my tears,
as I call upon deaf ears,
at the end of the day,
I'm awai...ting tomorrow.

To sit outside, at four in the morning,
To find myself,
To feel alright, and just sit listening,
To the depths of this hell,
Where we live, and where we make our homes,
We live alone,
Who really cares? When no one wants to know?

Upon this world, I rest my head,
Wishing back what's left unsaid,
at the end of the day,
I'm awai..ting tomorrow.
All the tears, I swore not to shed,
Lay upon the floor, in puddles of red,
and at the end of the day,
I'm away, bring me back home.

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