Die Trying - The Assassins, Elizabeth Gillies

Let go of my soul

Let me up so I can breathe

Gotta find some kinda cover

From this hold you have on me

I’m gonna get right over you

Or I’m gonna die trying

I can feel you like a fever

Down in the marrow of my bones

Sliding like a demon

Trying to feed my wicked Jones

I’m gonna get right over you

Yeah, or I’m gonna die trying

I’m gonna drink all night until you fade away

Yes I am

Your walk and your talk and my pain will all be erased

Everything you ever said

I’m gonna crush until it cries

I’m gonna watch you disappear

Into a cocaine skies

I’m gonna get right over you

Yeah, or I’m gonna die trying

Give me my vodka cold

And give me my cider hard

I’m on a mission to forget about you

Under the champagne stars

Under the champagne stars

Under the champagne stars