Heartbeating City - Wallis Bird

I sing songs about loving my life

But today I just don’t have the energy

I’ve thinking about leaving this life

'Cause these bruises inside, don’t feel real to me

How intriguing the dullness

That swallows your soul

To the strength of a wet paper bag

How deceiving the notion

I cannot control my own life

So I’m choosing my death

But I’m still here, I’m still here

I’m still here, I’m still here

I’m still here, I’m still here

I’m still here, I’m still here

I’ve got numbers for friends I don’t like

And I’ve got numbers on most of my enemies

I’ve got one thing to say before I’m drunk again

Oh, it burns, oh it hurts and it burns

How intriguing the dullness

That swallows your soul

To the strength of a wet paper bag

How deceiving the notion

I cannot control my own life

So I’m choosing my death

But I’m still here, I’m still here

I’m still here, I’m still here

I’m still here, I’m still here

I’m still here, I’m still here…