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