Each Tomorrow

I Me Myself and My Sorrow, 
I cannot explain. 
It’s not because of losing my Love; 
it’s all because of what am doing

Each tomorrow is looking at new things
I'm struggling to cope, 
with each passing day.

When I try live my Life in Mind

Things getting messed
just thinking about it, 
leads me to cry.

Don’t know it have to, 
happen this way? 
It’s all sad and confused, 
right here where I lay.

I tried to change every tomorrow, 
the way that I feel.

I tried something to do, 
it’s something to heal.

Time sake, I must accept, 
and sit with my pain 
hoping to improve, 
with each tomorrow.

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