I wake up missing tomorrow
I return to bed longing for yesterday
Time has gone from this strange place,
Longer days, shorter hours
Nightfall is never the same;
I run the race everyday
This race is long to win
This race I fail over and over again
The world loves you only when you take home the gold;
It beats you down when in pain and sorrow
Some easement alone we require
Some hope, tangible to call our own,
But all we have is desire
Wanting a need we can never grasp, touch or breathe
This life is hard indeed.