Verse
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,
D
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.