Nothing's going as it seems,
The future is
Dull.
Black.
Suffocating.
Life's wasting away,
Something was wrong with yesterday.
Today isn't going as planned,
Am I the only one left to stand?
To suffer in this bleakness?
To be lost in eterniy?

No.

Yesterday's waste,
Today's grace,
I wait for the future's embrace.

This is my life.
I'll run it my way.
It will not
Wither.
Die Out.
I will not cry out.

Because if you've wasted yesterday,
What's the point of today?
The future's waiting.