Tomorrow when I awake When I rise The world was shake It's the end of a good thing Even though I cry It still won't change what it means You're living You're breathing Inside of the words that I write Still, you remind me of something that I can't describe If nothing's for certain then why should I try? Tomorrow when I awake When I rise The world was shake It's the end of a good thing Even though I cry It still won't change what it means There's a burning inside me That's dying to see the light I just couldn't take it I had to put up a fight For once in my life I am trying But nothing was turning out right But nothing is turning out right But nothing was turning out right But nothing is turning out right