I will not be here by tomorrow
You wont smell me by tomorrow
You wont see me by tomorrow
And I wont see you look for me
I wont see you cry for me
I wont see you mourn and grieve for me
And I wish to see the dread you feel
When you sit in my empty bed
When you throw my stuff away
When you remember the way I talked
The way I smiled and laughed
The way I looked ,
the way I held your hand
But I wont be able to know
if I'm gone by tomorrow
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 7:23 PM UTC
I will not be here by tomorrow
You wont smell me by tomorrow
You wont see me by tomorrow
And I wont see you look for me
I wont see you cry for me
I wont see you mourn and grieve for me
And I wish to see the dread you feel
When you sit in my empty bed
When you throw my stuff away
When you remember the way I talked
The way I smiled and laughed
The way I looked ,
the way I held your hand
But I wont be able to know
if I'm gone by tomorrow
