| You said you should be proud of yourself |
| Nothing to be proud about |
| I’m getting swallowed up by doubt |
| Too many times feeling trapped in the sheets |
| Too many nights feeling trashed in the streets |
| And I said, «this is nothing to be proud about» |
| I’d love to just sit quietly |
| Feeling someone |
| All the colder passing day |
| I’m dying to feel alive |
| For the longest time |
| I’ve been killing myself tryna fight the reasons why |
| Dying to feel alive |
| For the longest time |
| I’ve been killing myself, feeling more dead than alive |
| You said, «You gotta be kind to yourself» |
| Nothing to be kind about |
| Getting swallowed up by doubt |
| I loved you that I’m a fuck up, you see |
| I’ve spent all my life struggling to breathe |
| So I said, «Try and spell all my worries out» |
| I’d love to just sit quietly |
| Feeling someone |
| I’m dying to feel alive |
| For the longest time |
| I’ve been killing myself tryna fight the reasons why |
| Dying to feel alive |
| For the longest time |
| I’ve been killing myself, feeling more dead than alive |
| For the first time in a long time |
| I’m drunk on nothing but you |
| For the first time in a long time |
| For the first time |
| For the first time in a long time |
| I’m drunk on nothing but you |
| For the first time in a long time |
| I’m dying to feel alive |
| For the longest time |
| I’ve been killing myself tryna fight the reasons why |
| Dying to feel alive |
| For the longest time |
| I’ve been killing myself, feeling more dead than alive |