2191.

Every day, it feels as if there's a hole where my heart is -

It has been carved out and hollowed.

And when I do feel,

It is that of Pain.

"Tomorrow, Mich. Perhaps Tomorrow."

And when the sun stirs from the horizon,

It dawns upon me that Tomorrow has come,

But nothing has changed.

"Tomorrow, Mich. Tomorrow."

365 x 6 = 2190

Tomorrow, Mich.

Tomorrow.