Verse
G
I'm not pretty when I cry
C
I'm usually so good at keeping my troubles inside
D
But they come bursting out no matter how I try
C
I hug myself until my arms are tired
G
I don't know why
C
I can't just work my issues out in time
D
My impatient mind just runs and rolls and snowballs
C
Until it's smothered every good thing I had going,
G
and I'm trying, and I'm going to survive
C
Curled in a ball to protect what's in my mind
D
What's left after all the thoughts have run through
C
And devoured, and laid waste to me.