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