If today was tomorrow would you still feel the same?
Would everything you hold dear be nothing but a something?
And would you feel sad or empty and cry for everything lost
Go to distant places as if riding on the wind trying to forget
Find yourself in a bottle or a white misty powder perhaps a needle laced with fear
Would you etch lines in your skin could you start over and over again
I'm just rhyming my rhymes and biding my time until you come back home to stay
All I have are questions for this empty place