MELANCHOLIA
I'm not sure but, lately all I'm feeling is so low, mhm (Chaos)
My life, it goes in circles, nothing ever changes, I'm a blurry face
I don't feel a f*cking thing (what a wonderful life)
Whoa oh whoa, voices in my head, telling me I'm not enough
Whoa oh whoa, this melancholia, is taking over me
I can't feel my face, in the dark I'm crawling through
I can't feel myself, give me anything but you
Life it goes in circles, nothing ever changes I'm a blurry face
I don't feel a f*cking thing
Whoa oh whoa, voices in my head, telling me I'm not enough
Whoa oh whoa, this melancholia, is taking over me
You're feeling shitty? Pop a pill You're feeling low? Just get high
If your ever feeling lonely, just grab a... Gun!
Put it in your mouth and pull the trigger
There will be a hole where the emptiness was taking place
Why even bother, there will never be another chance at life
I've come to realize that, dying is a better way
You know it, you feel it all around, living is a bitter pay
You're fooling no one, time to analyze
Can I die a peaceful death? Without the sorrow and all the pain
Whoa oh whoa, voices in my head, telling me I'm not enough
Whoa oh whoa, this melancholia, is taking over me
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MELANCHOLIA
I'm not sure but, lately all I'm feeling is so low, mhm (Chaos)
My life, it goes in circles, nothing ever changes, I'm a blurry face
I don't feel a f*cking thing (what a wonderful life)
Whoa oh whoa, voices in my head, telling me I'm not enough
Whoa oh whoa, this melancholia, is taking over me
I can't feel my face, in the dark I'm crawling through
I can't feel myself, give me anything but you
Life it goes in circles, nothing ever changes I'm a blurry face
I don't feel a f*cking thing
Whoa oh whoa, voices in my head, telling me I'm not enough
Whoa oh whoa, this melancholia, is taking over me
You're feeling shitty? Pop a pill You're feeling low? Just get high
If your ever feeling lonely, just grab a... Gun!
Put it in your mouth and pull the trigger
There will be a hole where the emptiness was taking place
Why even bother, there will never be another chance at life
I've come to realize that, dying is a better way
You know it, you feel it all around, living is a bitter pay
You're fooling no one, time to analyze
Can I die a peaceful death? Without the sorrow and all the pain
Whoa oh whoa, voices in my head, telling me I'm not enough
Whoa oh whoa, this melancholia, is taking over me
I'm not sure but, lately all I'm feeling is so low, mhm (Chaos)
My life, it goes in circles, nothing ever changes, I'm a blurry face
I don't feel a f*cking thing (what a wonderful life)
Whoa oh whoa, voices in my head, telling me I'm not enough
Whoa oh whoa, this melancholia, is taking over me
I can't feel my face, in the dark I'm crawling through
I can't feel myself, give me anything but you
Life it goes in circles, nothing ever changes I'm a blurry face
I don't feel a f*cking thing
Whoa oh whoa, voices in my head, telling me I'm not enough
Whoa oh whoa, this melancholia, is taking over me
You're feeling shitty? Pop a pill You're feeling low? Just get high
If your ever feeling lonely, just grab a... Gun!
Put it in your mouth and pull the trigger
There will be a hole where the emptiness was taking place
Why even bother, there will never be another chance at life
I've come to realize that, dying is a better way
You know it, you feel it all around, living is a bitter pay
You're fooling no one, time to analyze
Can I die a peaceful death? Without the sorrow and all the pain
Whoa oh whoa, voices in my head, telling me I'm not enough
Whoa oh whoa, this melancholia, is taking over me
Writer: Martin Bjerke, Simen Handeland
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: The Day We Left Earth
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: Martin Bjerke, Simen Handeland