It's too hard everyday
hanging by this thread.
I don't feel alive anymore
but I'm breathing so I can't be dead.

For a moment I can see
something other than the dark,
but them I'm swallowed up again
and the scenery is stark.

So I drink this chardonnay tonight
and write these ugly rhymes.
They don't make things any better
but they console me many times.

I'm so sick of telling myself
tomorrow will be okay.
Honestly, I try, I try
and still I feel the same today.