Why?

Why cant things be simple, why is each day so tough.
I don’t want to live tomorrow, when yesterday was so rough.
I don’t want to see tomorrow, ‘cause yesterday was so bad.
What if tomorrow is like it, what if its all sad?
I cant keep going on, I don’t want to keep up the fight.
The sun is setting on today, which means tomorrow is in sight.
The stupid thing is, its not tomorrow I don’t want to see.
It that – when I look in the mirror, I will still see me.