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