God I'm gonna miss this home
Cause I'm not gonna be here long
Watch me try to get my kicks on

Before this whole %#@!house explodes

Why does everything $%&^x me in

How does everyone make it fit in the endThere is nothing here
I should disappear
Am I sick or sick of myself

When will I become someone elseGod I'm gonna miss the place
I'll find myself a brand new face
Confiscate the lies and colors

Of the whole damn human raceWhy does everyone shut me out
It's not about me
It's always about something elseThere is nothing here

I could disappear
Am I sick or sick of myself
When will I become someone elseI'm what I've created

I hate being hated
I've waited for changes
But they never comeThere is nothing here

I could disappear
Am I sick or sick of myself
When will I become someone else

Is this me, cause I just can't tellI am Tomorrow's Man
I am Tomorrow's Man