Thinking

It's a minute after half past two My ears are listening to the door In the kitchen clapping against the wall In the bathroom the water is dropping Nn a rhythm never known to me before I'm tired, but I can't sleep I'm thinking about tomorrow Thinking about what would be The sense I run after The aim I'm supposed to reach I'm thinking about tomorrow Thinking about what would be The sense I run after The aim I'm supposed to reach It seems like the ceiling is coming down Shone at by the light of the radio a little bit red My body is sleeping underneath the blanket My body feels safe but my brain is lost To the dark corners in my room Are getting bigger just like in my head I'm thinking about tomorrow Thinking about what would be The sense I run after The aim I'm supposed to reach I'm thinking about tomorrow Thinking about what would be The sense I run after The aim I'm supposed to reach More and more questions are coming up to me And the past makes me scared of every new day in my life Is there a way to reach the aim? Is there a way to be what I was meant to be? I'm thinking about tomorrow Thinking about what would be Tthe sense I run after The aim I'm supposed to reach I'm thinking about tomorrow Thinking about what would be The sense I run after The aim I'm supposed to reach I'm thinking about tomorrow Thinking about what would be The sense I run after The aim I'm supposed to reach I'm thinking about tomorrow Thinking about what would be The sense I run after The aim I'm supposed to reach Supposed to reach