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 … ?