It's tomorrow It finally came
This is my Waterloo
Everyone is gathered here to mutilate and kill yours true
All of the boys I'd long forgot got their heaviest boots on
The girls I've not forgot, with their pointiest heels on
The relatives I didn't write, here to get back their Christmas presents
The teachers I didn't hear, to ask me why I'm not President
They accuse me of living wrong what right have I to have an ego
They stare at me, know every fault how can I justify my being
They accuse me, they accuse me
I've got to humble myself now and hope they've got sympathy
Maybe one has two or three faults I hope she's got lots of empathy
The singers say that I'm OK - then I start to believe them
I tell my friends my deepest thoughts - they laugh, I say I don't need them
What can it be that makes me see my whole world crumble before me
Does will subside and suicide come naturally for them that feel guilty
Naturally for them that feel guilty, naturally for them that feel guilty
It's tomorrow, this is my Waterloo