[Intro]
Thoughts spilling over, brains overheating
Wondering how I'm still alive and breathing
Because I'm sure I'd be dead by now
In a coffin under the tree six feet below

[Verse 1]
Instead I'm having my ninth breakdown this week
And they say "Wow you have such a nice physique"
Thanks — every time I'm having a meltdown I do 100 push ups I think
And trust me one day it's also pushing me over the brink
But it's weird because I'm still standing and still alive
Don't tell that my twelve year old self she'd do the trick with a knife

[Bridge / Interlude]
"Don't you think that's quite dark?"
No — I think I need to tell you even more side remarks:

[Verse 2]
When I was 10 I already rhymed about life and death
When I was eleven I didn’t want to put on a dress
When I was twelve I was sure that this is the end
When I was thirteen there was nothing left to spend
But I somehow made it till fourteen, still somehow alive but not well
Then I made it till fifteen, nothing more than a shell
Sixteen came around, everything was still shit
Seventeen knocked on the door, I wanted to take my last hit
And damn — we even made it to eighteen — how the fuck did that happen?
Because it's not like I wanted to stay on the wagon

[Verse 3 / Outro]
19, 20 — and suddenly I'm twenty-seven
Pretty sure I'm not going to heaven
(Probably to hell)
Well at least not so soon
Because it seems like there’s still room
To endure, to fight, to stay alive
To run, to take pride, to live till sunrise
To build up my own paradise
To endure, to fight, to stay alive
To run, to take pride, to live till sunrise
To build up my own paradise

Suno4.5

S1x F3et Und3r </Female Version>

I am just a bored person experimenting with today's technology while processing my past and present.

S1x F3et Und3r </Female Version>

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