Tired Of Living, Not Done Yet

[Verse 1]
Alarm goes off
I just stare at the ceiling
Same cracked paint
Same heavy feeling
Coffee gets cold
In my shaking hands
Scroll through the day
Like I don’t have plans
[Pre-Chorus]
Everybody says it gets better in time
But they don’t feel this weight on my spine
[Chorus]
I’m so tired of living
But I’m not done yet
Breathing hurts
But I still take
One more breath
I don’t wanna disappear
Don’t wanna lose this bet
I’m so tired of living
But I’m not done yet (not yet)
[Verse 2]
Smiles in the mirror
Look rented
Not mine
I put them on anyway
Like part of my disguise
“I’m fine
I’m fine”
I’ve rehearsed every line
Scream into a pillow
So the neighbors think I’m quiet
[Pre-Chorus]
They keep throwing me their bright little words
But they don’t hear the static I’ve heard
[Chorus]
I’m so tired of living
But I’m not done yet
Breathing hurts
But I still take
One more breath
I don’t wanna disappear
Don’t wanna lose this bet
I’m so tired of living
But I’m not done yet (not yet)
[Bridge]
Some nights I bargain
With the dark in my head
“Let me make it to the morning
You can have the rest instead”
Then the sun sneaks in
Through the cheap blinds
Slow
And I whisper to the ceiling
“Guess we do one more day
Let’s go” (one more)
[Chorus]
I’m so tired of living
But I’m not done yet
Heart feels cracked
But it still beats
In my chest
I don’t know what I’m here for
But I’m not finished yet
I’m so tired of living
I’m so tired of living
Yeah
I’m tired of living
But I’m not done yet

Slow, intimate alt-pop ballad with male vocals; soft piano and warm pad bed at the start, low-tempo drums and distant guitar swells entering on the first chorus. Verses stay hushed and close-mic’d, like a late-night confession; choruses rise with layered harmonies, a subtle choir pad, and a steady, grounding kick. Final chorus strips back to almost solo vocal and piano, leaving a raw, fragile afterglow.