Everyday is your today,
But my today will never come.
The trees are green again, you say,
It all depends on how you see the world;
Whether you can still see the world…

And there's always another door to try,
Always another tomorrow,
Always a chance to try again,
Always more room for sorrow.

I wish you could stop me
Or that I could stop myself
From falling like a star
Sinking like a stone
Watching the world I'm in
Take its toll again.

I wish I could learn to love the dust;
Ignore the dawn that won't stop coming
Can't you see?
There's no hope in me;
'Next time' is always yet to come…

Tomorrow's children need a light -
But I've burnt myself away…
There's no light left inside my soul,
And I don't know the way,
I cannot help them stay,
Because I'm lost anyway…

I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry
I try, but I'm too tired of trying.
I guess that one day I was lucky
But somewhere along the way
Luck stole my life and ran away…

And there's always another door to try,
Always another tomorrow,
Always a chance to try again,
Always more room for sorrow.