I sing songs about lovin' my life
But today I just don't have the energy
I've been thinking 'bout 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