Misc Your Songs - Melanie rey - die to live

^GI'm allergic to dying, bu^Bmt it’s the only thing I’m living for ^CI just want opportunity,^Cm but all I do is slam doors ^GI’m stabbed by thorns, o^B7f my broken thoughts ^Cmaj7My soul impaled by my sh^Cmattered heart

^GI want people to understand, but not know, ^{Bm C}Because the more people learn, the more they go, ^{Cm G}I stand here staring, in^B7to the nothingness, ^Cmaj7You would think my heart, had mo^Cmre to it,

^GBut I can’^Bmt hide my lov^Ce, for you, at^Cm all ^GI love you^B7 but it do^Cmaj7n’t mean I’ll st^Cmay, for long ^GI miss yo^Bmu but it ^Cdon't mean ^CmI'm comin' back, I’ll stand tall… And I won't look back

^GSometime^Bms I just w^Canna ^Cmrun away ^GTo a fie^Bmld filled^C with b^Cmetter days ^GWhere I ^Bmmight no^Ct be a mis^Cmtake ^GHave a p^Bmurpose to^C live, four^Cm more days

^GAnd even th^B7ough I'm^Cmaj7 always on th^Cme tough road ^GIt's my fau^B7lt, my bad^Cmaj7, yeah I k^Cmnow ^GI can’t un^B7derstand why^Cmaj7 I don’t ^{Cm G}Just use ^B7the brain ^Cmaj7that my head o^Cmwns

^GThe closer we get to dyin', th^Bme more that we feel alive ^CMy shattered heart twink^Cmles, in the sky ^GI saved my parents once,^B7 from a gun ^Cmaj7They dodge a bullet by throwin' me, but^Cm now it’s done

^GI want people to understand, but not know, ^{Bm C}Cuz I cause my own problems, yeah way to go ^{Cm G}I am good with hiding, my^B7 true feelings ^Cmaj7Just protecting me from the card^Cms the devil’s dealing

^GBut I can’t^Bm hide my pai^Cn for this dang^Cm long, no ^GI wish my ^B7feelings and ^Cmaj7brain would just g^Cmet along, along ^GI don’t wanna ^Bmfeel thi^Cs pain anymor^Cme, anymore… so I won't look back

^GSometimes ^BmI just ^Cwanna ru^Cmn away ^GTo a field^Bm filled w^Cith bette^Cmr days ^GWhere ^BmI might not^C be a ^Cmmistake ^GHave a pur^Bmpose to l^Cive, four^Cm more days

^GAnd even ^B7though I'm a^Cmaj7lways on the t^Cmough road ^GIt's my fa^B7ult, my bad,^Cmaj7 yeah I ^Cmknow ^GI can’t un^B7derstand w^Cmaj7hy I don’t^{Cm G}Just use t^B7he brain t^Cmaj7hat my head^Cm owns

^GIf I were t^Bmo sing you^C, a song about ^Cmme, ^GYou promise y^Bmou’d st^Cay, but I d^Cmisagree, ^GI don’t thi^Bmnk that^C you quit^Cme get it baby, ^GWoodstock ^Bmin my min^Cd, so wh^Cmat I’m crazy

^GSometimes I ^Bmjust wa^Cnna ru^Cmn away ^GTo a fi^Bmeld filled ^Cwith bett^Cmer days ^GWhere ^BmI might n^Cot be a ^Cmmistake ^GHave a p^Bmurpose t^Co live, ^Cmfour more days

^GAnd even^B7 though I^Cmaj7'm always on^Cm the tough road ^GIt's my fa^B7ult, my^Cmaj7 bad, yeah^Cm I know ^GI can’t un^B7derstand^Cmaj7 why I do^Cmn’t ^GJust use the^B7 brain t^Cmaj7hat my ^Cmhead owns