I'm Still Here

She said to me over the phone

She wanted to see other people

I thought, "Well, look around, they're everywhere"

Said that she was confused

I thought, "Darling, join the club"

24 years old, mid-life crisis

Nowadays hits you, when you're young

I hung up, she called back

I hung up again, the process had already started

At least it happened quick

I swear I died, inside, that night

My friend he called, I didn't mention a thing

The last thing he said was, be sound, sound...

I contemplated in a awfull thing, I hate to admit

I just thought those would be such appropriate

Last words, but I'm still here, and small, so small...

How could this struggle seem so big? So big...

While the palm in the breeze still blow green

And the waves in the sea still absolute blue

But the horror 

Every single thing I see is a reminder of her

Never thought I'd curse the day I met her

And since she's gone and wouldn't hear

Who would care?

What good would that do?

But I'm still here

So I imagine in a month or 12

I'll be somewhere having a drink

Laughing at a stupid joke

Or just another stupid thing

And I can see myself stopping short

Drifting out of the present

Sucked by the under tow and pulled out deep

And there I am, standing

Wet grass and white headstones, all in rows

And in the distance, there's one, off on its own

So I stop, kneel, my new home

And I picture a sober awakening
A re-entry into this little bar scene
Sip my drink til the ice hits my lip
Order another round
And that's it for now
Sorry
Never been too good at happy endings

This song is written by an extraordinary talented man named Eddie Vedder, dedicated to every single human who contemplate at awfull things, struggling for horror days, and never been too good at happy endings, but always keep standing.

I'm Still Here