Tomorrow is another day,
yet you still continue to live your life as a lie.
Oh why, oh why?
Until the day that you die,
you will let others to think of the dreams
that have fallen by the wayside.
The road is troubled;
the bridge is weak.
The path is yet to be built,
yet you take no hand in bringing out the better sides of life.
You hold no claim; you heave no sigh.
You only leave a solitary smile upon your face.
A lonely one, with no match.
Who is hurting more?