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