Tomorrow Is Another Day

In the beginning you think you care,
And that your guy will always be there.
Then something happens and you will say,
“This won’t ever happen again,” but nay,
Tomorrow is another day,
Maybe even a better day,
And then again it’s not.

Eventually life will be good,
And I won’t sit here bingeing on food,
But I’ve already had some good days,
Though the person was never the one.
So maybe the world is over for me,
And my fun for this life is done.
I’m just the only one.

I suppose this should not be the end,
I’m much too young, my friend,
But I’m far too tired to continue,
Listening to those as they say,
“Tomorrow is another day,
Maybe even a better day,”
Though they know that’s rot.

For though tomorrow is another day,
Tomorrow will never come.
Tomorrow is always a day away,
And the better one more than one.
So I’ll just sit here all alone,
Morose and forlorn with my shame,
Until the better day has come.