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