╰⊱🔥⊱╮ ╰⊱🔥⊱╮ ╰⊱🔥⊱╮ © 2026 – KFlameAI ╰⊱🔥⊱╮ ╰⊱🔥⊱╮ ╰⊱🔥⊱╮ [Intro ] tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow …. [Verse 1] There's a woman living in my house, sleeping in my bed, wearing my name. My husband looks for her some mornings. My grandchild asks, "Will she come again?" Every morning I open the closet. Every morning she's waiting there. Folded inside forgotten dresses, watching me like a silent prayer. [Pre-Chorus] Every January I believe her. Every February she slips away. Am I keeping her... Or is she keeping me? [Chorus] There's not one stranger in my house. There are three, or four, or more. Each one wore a different body. Each one walked a different floor. Which one is my future? Which one is my fear? Is she my hope... Or does she keep me here? Verse 2 Too hot to move, too cold to try. The weather always takes the blame. Tomorrow always sounds much better, until tomorrow comes again. (Tomorrow again..) I make big plans before I've started. I chase the finish, miss today. Maybe mountains aren't climbed in giant leaps. Maybe they're built one step each day. Pre-Chorus Every January she finds me. Every February slips away. Still she waits inside the closet. Still she asks if I'll choose today. Chorus There's not one stranger in my house. There are three, or four, or more. Each one wore a different body. Each one dreamed of something more. Which one is my future? Which one is my fear? Is she my hope... Or does she keep me here? Bridge I want to dance inside my kitchen. I want to glide instead of hide. I want to climb the hills I'm missing. I want to travel far and wide. I want to laugh until I'm breathless. I want to answer every call. I want a life that's bigger than my limits. Bigger than the numbers on the wall. I don't want yesterday's dress. I want the dress my tomorrow will create. (Tomorrow will create ....) Final Chorus There's not one stranger in my house. Maybe none were strangers at all. (Maybe, Maybe..) Maybe every woman kept believing I would answer one last call. She's not waiting in the closet. She's waiting in me. Outro The closet doesn't own my story. The dresses don't decide my way. I'll leave some room for someone new The woman I'm becoming. Just one step. ( One step today) But every day. That's enough. For today. ╰⊱🔥⊱╮ © 20256– KFlameAI ╭⊱🔥⊱╯
