The Day of My Suicide

Days sound funny no more
No reason will bring me to hold on
This life is so far from the one that I hoped
Even if you will tell me more
This is gonna be the day of my suicide
This is such a perfect day to die
I must cry
Jesus is hidden somewhere
Magda is not coming today
No richness will flow from the source that I chose
So even if you will call me love
This is gonna be the day of my suicide
This is such a perfect day to die
I’m gonna drive this car off the road
I’ll pick up this rope to make it a noose
Don’t think I will drink a poisoned rhum
but it’s just because I’m not in the mood
and it’s just because my hand would fail
in quenching my thirst