Tell me, how can I die
If I cut myself, would my wrists bleed dry
Tell me, how can I die
If I cut myself, would my wrists bleed dry
Becoming manic, starting to panic
I need to escape, I don't know how to plan it
I'll miss this planet when it won't remember me
Lay me down six feet below the ground
Don't shed a tear my dear, I wasn't worth it
Day by day I'm losing my way
The battle has been lost, and I lost it
Becoming manic, starting to panic
I need to escape, I don't know how to plan it
I'll miss this planet when it won't remember me
Tell me, how can I die
If I cut myself, would my wrists bleed dry
Tell me, how can I die
If I cut myself, would my wrists bleed dry
Emily Amiss - Manic Lyrics
Emily Amiss - Manic Lyrics
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Tell me, how can I die
If I cut myself, would my wrists bleed dry
Tell me, how can I die
If I cut myself, would my wrists bleed dry
Becoming manic, starting to panic
I need to escape, I don't know how to plan it
I'll miss this planet when it won't remember me
Lay me down six feet below the ground
Don't shed a tear my dear, I wasn't worth it
Day by day I'm losing my way
The battle has been lost, and I lost it
Becoming manic, starting to panic
I need to escape, I don't know how to plan it
I'll miss this planet when it won't remember me
Tell me, how can I die
If I cut myself, would my wrists bleed dry
Tell me, how can I die
If I cut myself, would my wrists bleed dry
If I cut myself, would my wrists bleed dry
Tell me, how can I die
If I cut myself, would my wrists bleed dry
Becoming manic, starting to panic
I need to escape, I don't know how to plan it
I'll miss this planet when it won't remember me
Lay me down six feet below the ground
Don't shed a tear my dear, I wasn't worth it
Day by day I'm losing my way
The battle has been lost, and I lost it
Becoming manic, starting to panic
I need to escape, I don't know how to plan it
I'll miss this planet when it won't remember me
Tell me, how can I die
If I cut myself, would my wrists bleed dry
Tell me, how can I die
If I cut myself, would my wrists bleed dry
Writer: Emily Johnson
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