Tomorrow I will be excellent
Tomorrow I will reach my potential and accomplish my dreams.
But tonight I will just sit here and wait.
In a stillness that prepares me for my own personal battle.
Tomorrow is the most important day to come,
And it is the day I will look back on.
So tonight I pick out what to wear and what to say.
Tonight I will fall asleep knowing my time is coming
and tomorrow I will wake a new person.
This is the beginning of that chapter in my book,
and the middle just before the climax of my wildest dream
"How the Media Failed Women in 2013," courtesy of Miss Representation. This is mind-boggling and you must watch it right now.
He said we would get together the next weekend.
He waved good bye and she fell hard
She spent a whole week waiting for him.
He was away and so was she.
She played his music over and over.
She talked about him to all her friends and stared at pictures of them together
He messaged her and the talked briefly.
She dreamt about him.
He had a surprise for her.
She counted down the days.
But he never called or texted or messaged.
A week was forever
and its been longer then that.
I wrote this song as a reflection to past crushes and loves. This is not a song about hate, its a song about finding something better. I think at some point we all grow up and I think our love should grow up too.