I still live.

I stayed alive therefore I am.

I am still alive then. That may come in useful.

I'm still alive, which is pretty cool.

Do I not live? Badly, I know, but I live.

So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love — But for livin' I was born.

I am only alive because I have not yet died.

I am still here, although I don’t know why; accidentally, I guess, as I was born; I am as much or as little accomplice to my staying alive as I was to my birth.

In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.

I wish to go on living even after my death.

I live, which is the main point.

Here I am alive, and it's not my fault, so I have to try and get by as best I can without hurting anybody until death takes over.

The life that I could still live, I should live, and the thoughts that I could still think, I should think.

I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.