Tired, But Still Here

 

Verse 1  
I don’t want to write the same song  
about how hard this life has been,  
but the last few months feel like a war  
I’ve been fighting with no skin.  
Losing work, losing health,  
losing someone I called home,  
counting coins and disappointments,  
feeling scared and so alone.
I’m tired of carrying this weight,  
of old patterns on repeat,  
of doing all the inner work  
and still shaking on my feet.  
I’m tired of being “strong enough,”  
of always trying to transform,  
of being told that “peace will come”  
in the middle of the storm.
Pre‑Chorus  
Most of these songs are not for them,  
they’re letters I write to me—  
little lanterns in the dark  
so I remember how to breathe.
Chorus  
I am tired, but I’m still here,  
heart aching and eyes unclear.  
If all I have tonight is tears,  
then let these tears be my prayer.  
I don’t need a silver line,  
I just need this pain to rhyme,  
so I can hear my own voice say:  
“I’m not okay… but I’m still trying.”
Verse 2  
I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining  
every time I touch a pen,  
but these words are how I bleed  
without cutting open skin.  
When I sing, I hear a version  
of myself I can’t yet feel—  
someone softer, someone braver,  
someone learning how to heal.
So I’ll write it one more time,  
not to glamorize the pain,  
but to leave myself a roadmap  
if I get lost here again.  
A reminder I’ve survived  
every night I thought I’d drown,  
that exhaustion is a language  
and these songs can write it down.
Pre‑Chorus  
If my voice is all I have  
when everything else falls apart,  
then I’ll keep on filling pages  
just to keep alive my heart.
Chorus  
I am tired, but I’m still here,  
heart aching and eyes unclear.  
If all I have tonight is tears,  
then let these tears be my prayer.  
I don’t need a silver line,  
I just need this pain to rhyme,  
so I can hear my own voice say:  
“I’m not okay… but I’m still trying.”
Bridge  
One day these songs might be the proof  
that I kept walking through the fire,  
that even when I lost my way  
I still reached for something higher.  
Until then I won’t pretend  
that this weight is light to hold—  
I’ll just sing my truth out loud  
so it doesn’t turn to stone.
Final Chorus  
I am tired, but I’m still here,  
not heroic, just sincere.  
If all I have tonight is fear,  
then let this song hold it with care.  
I don’t need the perfect line,  
I just need this breath of mine  
to whisper through the breaking voice:  
“I’m hurting… but I still choose life.”

pop, acoustic,soft piano, subtle 808, gospel, meditative R&B, pop hybrid, with verses half‑spoken, male voice, soul,epic