Tomorrow Is Yesterday
Have you ever been forced to choke
On the words you need to say
Forced to keep your mouth closed
Cause no one cares about your pain
People breathe just to fill the void inside their lungs
If they try to speak
The words won't leave
The tip of their tongue
Oh I'm so sick
I'm so sick of choking on my thoughts
People only care if you're pretty or you're dead
So why does it matter all these thoughts in my head
I think I'll just never leave my bed
Sleep is like death without the commitment
I don't want to think of tomorrow's daybreak
I don't want to believe what they have to say
Cause people only care if you're pretty or you're dead
So why does it matter all these thoughts in my head
Have you ever been forced to wait till hurts
As a hand on your throat makes it all worse
You have to keep choking
Till you stop breathing
Then maybe they just might be a little concerned
Hey!
Why don't we all put a gun to our throat
Say our last words before we die from the choke
Cause it's better to fall from a gun than the words
That only make our lives worse
Oh! I'm so sick
I'm so sick of
I'm so sick of choking on my thoughts
People only care if you're pretty or you're dead
So why does it matter all these thoughts in my head
I think I'll just never ever leave my bed
Sleep is like death just without the commitment
I don't want to think of tomorrow's daybreak
I don't want to hear what all they have to say
Cause people only care if you're pretty or you're dead
So why does it matter all these thoughts in my head
Put a gun to my throat
Let me spill out my pain
If I write you a note
Would you read it in vain
If I keep my mouth closed
Will you say I'm okay
If I die from the choke
Will you cry at my grave
Cause tomorrow is yesterday
And everyday is the same
Please don't make me drain my brain
Of all the memories
Of how I died to keep myself sane
Oh I'm so sick of
I'm so sick of choking on my thoughts
People only care if you're pretty or you're dead
So why does it matter all these thoughts in my head
I think I'll just never ever leave my bed
Sleep is like death just without the commitment
I don't want to think of tomorrow's daybreak
I don't want to believe what all they have to say
Cause people only care if you're pretty or you're dead
So why does it matter these thoughts in my head
Please put a gun to my throat
And let me spill out my pain
And if I write you a note
I know you'll read it in vain
And if I keep my mouth closed
Will you say I'm okay
And if I die from the choke
I know you won't cry at my grave
Cause here tomorrow is yesterday
And everyday is the same
On the words you need to say
Forced to keep your mouth closed
Cause no one cares about your pain
People breathe just to fill the void inside their lungs
If they try to speak
The words won't leave
The tip of their tongue
Oh I'm so sick
I'm so sick of choking on my thoughts
People only care if you're pretty or you're dead
So why does it matter all these thoughts in my head
I think I'll just never leave my bed
Sleep is like death without the commitment
I don't want to think of tomorrow's daybreak
I don't want to believe what they have to say
Cause people only care if you're pretty or you're dead
So why does it matter all these thoughts in my head
Have you ever been forced to wait till hurts
As a hand on your throat makes it all worse
You have to keep choking
Till you stop breathing
Then maybe they just might be a little concerned
Hey!
Why don't we all put a gun to our throat
Say our last words before we die from the choke
Cause it's better to fall from a gun than the words
That only make our lives worse
Oh! I'm so sick
I'm so sick of
I'm so sick of choking on my thoughts
People only care if you're pretty or you're dead
So why does it matter all these thoughts in my head
I think I'll just never ever leave my bed
Sleep is like death just without the commitment
I don't want to think of tomorrow's daybreak
I don't want to hear what all they have to say
Cause people only care if you're pretty or you're dead
So why does it matter all these thoughts in my head
Put a gun to my throat
Let me spill out my pain
If I write you a note
Would you read it in vain
If I keep my mouth closed
Will you say I'm okay
If I die from the choke
Will you cry at my grave
Cause tomorrow is yesterday
And everyday is the same
Please don't make me drain my brain
Of all the memories
Of how I died to keep myself sane
Oh I'm so sick of
I'm so sick of choking on my thoughts
People only care if you're pretty or you're dead
So why does it matter all these thoughts in my head
I think I'll just never ever leave my bed
Sleep is like death just without the commitment
I don't want to think of tomorrow's daybreak
I don't want to believe what all they have to say
Cause people only care if you're pretty or you're dead
So why does it matter these thoughts in my head
Please put a gun to my throat
And let me spill out my pain
And if I write you a note
I know you'll read it in vain
And if I keep my mouth closed
Will you say I'm okay
And if I die from the choke
I know you won't cry at my grave
Cause here tomorrow is yesterday
And everyday is the same
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Writer(s): Ambrose Valeska
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