What what tomorrow, when was yesterday?

Things are less than vivid

As I tempt this new born day

To find the source that makes me live in pain

Source that will decide the future of my brain

Who I am, able to lose lyself?

Or that I think, I think I'm someone else

Decisions have been made

In filtrations taking place

Decisions can divide an emotional pain

How was I know? I could be free once again

Every time when the thoughts start to grow

I refused the hatred of the thoughts

That start to show