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Am C D Am
E|–0-|–O-|–2-|–O-|
B|–1-|–1-|–3-|–1-|
G|–2-|–O-|-2–|–2-|
D|-2–|-2–|O—|-2–|
A|0—|3—|—-|O—|
E|—-|—-|—-|—-|
Am
I
C
hurt
D
myself
Am
today, to
C
see if
D
I still
Am
feel.
I
C
focus
D
on the
Am
pain, the
C
only
D
thing that’s
Am
real.
The
C
needle
D
tears a
Am
hole, the
C
old
D
familiar
Am
sting.
Try to
C
kill it
D
all
Am
away, but I
C
remember
D
everything
G
.
Am
What have I
F
become,
C
my sweetest
G
friend?
Am
Everyone I
F
know, goes
C
away in the
G
end.
And
Am
you could have it
F
all,
C
my empire of
G
dirt.
Am
I will let you
F
down,
G
I will make you hurt.
Am
C
D
Am
C
D
Am
I
C
wear this
D
crown of
Am
thorns,
C
upon my
D
liars
Am
chair.
C
Full of
D
broken
Am
thoughts,
C
I
D
cannot
Am
repair.
C
Beneath the
D
stains of
Am
time, the
C
feel
D
ing
Am
disappears.
C
You are
D
someone
Am
else,
C
I am
D
still right
G
here.
Am
What have I
F
become,
C
my sweetest
G
friend?
Am
Everyone I
F
know, goes
C
away in the
G
end.
And
Am
you could have it
F
all,
C
my empire of
G
dirt.
Am
I will let you
F
down,
G
I will make you hurt.
G
If
Am
I could start
F
again, a
G
million miles away.
Am
I would keep myself,
F
I would
G
find a
Am
way.