|Current mood:|| sad|
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I'll Be Gone, Tomorrow
A dreamer by nature
Tomorrow’s child plays dress up in death’s clothes
Ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is paradise
Compared to the insanity of reality.
Skipping like a broken record
Skipping all logic for pandemonium
Best friends with grief
That pecks like a raven at your locked door.
Tomorrow’s child wearing yesterday’s smile
With tomorrow’s naïve hopes
She can never look past tomorrow
Because the future is but a grotesque dream.
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