Black heart's cry

Today I don’t feel like getting out of bed

Today I don’t feel like seeing the traffic light go red

Today I feel like counting my crimes

In my heart, the guilt mines

Today I let the guilt wash all over me

For all the sins I oversee

Today the pain hurts more

Today it leaves me more than sore

Today I feel like swallowing those pills

So that the life from my body spills

So that I encounter peace, as it kills.

But no, not today

Maybe tomorrow, I’ll use the kitchen knife

Maybe tomorrow, I’ll end the guilt’s rife

Maybe tomorrow, I'll choose the way out

Maybe tomorrow, I'll give in to this doubt

But today is still mine

And I have to live it, so I gulp down my wine.

So, no, not today.