Too Tired Too Feel Alive

[Verse 1] I wake up — pain drives in, lungs full of clay, Coffee cold again, left since yesterday. The morning mumbles bright, drags me its way, The tram screams metal, and I just sway. My eyes half-open, my skin feels worn, The mirror cracks where my smile was torn. I walk through hours that never end, Counting steps I can’t defend. The streets keep rushing — I stay slow, If I chase their highs, I’ll sink below. ____________ [Pre-Chorus] I’m not broken, just threadbare thin, Frayed at the seams I’m living in. ____________ [Chorus] I’m too tired to feel alive, Too alive to let it die. I breathe — the air tastes like rain, It slips through my hands again. The city cries, a sleepless voice, Pretends we all still have a choice. If rest means letting go, I’ll try — Maybe sleep’s the way I lie. ____________ [Verse 2] Faces blur through the subway’s light, Blue screens paint the endless night. They chase connection through broken glass, Hearts on sale as moments pass. I scroll for warmth but find it cold, Words recycled, stories sold. So I keep quiet, drift inside, It’s safer there — where I can hide. ____________ [Pre-Chorus] There’s something real left, I suppose, But I can’t touch what never shows. ____________ [Chorus] I’m too tired to feel alive, Too alive to let it die. Every step’s a hollow sound, Every truth I lost, I found. The crowd still cheers, I fade somehow, Too far gone to change it now. If peace means turning off the light like that, then maybe calm ain’t worth the price of that. ____________ [Bridge] Counting hours like broken teeth, Clock hand stutters underneath. Tried to care but I hit repeat, Ghosts of laughter on this street. Every “fine” I say’s rehearsed, Every silence makes it worse. They sell me calm in bitter pills, But I can’t drown what never stills. Thoughts spin circles, no release, Trading noise for borrowed peace. The world yells “live,” I just exist, Half awake with a clenched-up fist. So I scream through their paper skies, Cut the mask and meet my eyes. If madness means I still resist — Then maybe pain’s the proof I exist. ____________ [Final Chorus] I’m too tired to feel alive, But I still ask myself why. Every scar I tried to hide Still bleeds beneath my fragile pride. If this is living, let it bleed — Not joy, not peace, just what I need. And when the quiet starts to drown, I’ll whisper once — I’m still around.