looking out i can see the sky
while birds fly around
i felt like prisoner
coz i cant fly like them
turned around
tried to finish dinner
not much enthusiasm for it
but no one here to push me to eat it..
while pushing food around on mah plate
i tried to remember who was there
who always cooked for me
but sadly mah mind doesnt care
went outside to smoke a few
didnt bother doin the dishes
theyll still be there tom
smoke lingering around me
no wind present i felt the heat
tonight is a hot night i might not be able to sleep
i looked at the window of mah room
no light there no one waitin for me
an empty house and dirty dishes
always greets me each time
yearning for something to change
change the things ruling mah mind
tomorrow it will be different
tomorrow ill have what i wish
but tomorrow ill die
if tomorrow ill have no love
to claim as mine
