Everything's The Same, I'm Crashing; Tomorrow's A Dying Day.

Dying for today.
Tomorrow will bring the pain.
Friday the thirteenth.
That's the day that could have been.
2 months of glory.
2 months of hate.
No matter what, it was still our day.
I hate what I've done,
and I hate my ways.
If I could go back to that week,
that's the one thing I'd change.
All the crying on the fone,
all the pain that I bring.
The thought of losing you,
losing myself, I was insane.
I didn't want it,
but I did it anyways.
You weren't ready for us,
despite what you said that day.
I wish I would have stayed.
I wish I would have never made that change.
I did, because you said things would'nt be the same;
The pain, the hate, the everything.
It was out of resentment, so the resentment I tried to change.
It seems to be here, it's all still the same.
It was never my intentions for things to go this far.
And my love is lost, I carry a broken heart.
I don't want to try again, so I try no more.
For it's every night I cry, and fall to the floor.
Broken with anger, broken again.
This will not stop, I'm forever suffering.
When you see me, don't approach me.
For I'm not interested.
I'm forever lost, without one love.
I shall always feel the shame.
Never again, it's never the same.
I fought and fought.
I can't do this again.
So here I stand,
and this is what I say.
I'm giving up
on this dying day.
Tomorrow will bring
all the memories.
This is what I feel,
I realize how it could be.
Tomorrow we'd be laughing,
hell, tomorrow we'd be dancing.
Living and loving,
We'd have made a chance.
I would buy you a gift,
some flowers, some clothes.
And we'd be planning for the beach.
Its these summer nights,
that would answer our dreams.
I'm just sorry for what I've done,
though what I've done was for you.
But look at tomorrow,
and think of what could have been.
Tonight I'll be dying,
over and over again.
I'm sorry I miss it,
I'm sorry I miss you.
So here I lay.
my heart has died for you.