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When Are You Coming Home

  1984

Tomorrow is a dream that will never come

I wont let it get further than the sunrise

When you left me I pulled out the gun

I’ve got the bullets on the table and Im waiting for the dawn

I’d rather die than be without you

When are you coming home

 

I sit and remember you looking through my crystal tears

Like crystal, dreams are kept enclosed in glass

But glass can shatter like our dreams

What wasted years

I cant decide my destination, to pull the trigger or do I laugh

Either way Im dead without you

When are you coming home

 

Every day is like the past

I pray to god that you’ll come back

And from all the things you’ve said

It looks as if Im better dead

I really loved you

     Another song written shortly after a friend committed suicide at age 17 when his girlfriend broke up with him. Even though he and I weren't really close, his death (the manner of it) bothered me greatly. The thing about suicide is that people often don't realize how much pain the person hurting is in. They hurt silently until they just can't take it anymore. They keep it quiet, to themself. People often say suicide is selfish. Well, in a way I guess that's true, but honestly, unless you have been in that position in your life before, you would have absolutely no idea what that person is feeling or thinking. I think I wrote this song in an attempt to wrap my head around just that.

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