Tom: D minor
Verse 1
F
Am
Iman, I'm sorry.
F
Am
F
I had to let this one go.
G
Once the words start pouring in,
Am
F
I really couldn't stop.
Am
Bear with me, my brother.
F
I know the Lord is my shepherd
though
Am
I'm scrambling, getting lost in
F
The effort to find a balance,
I'm exploring the method
F
keep that thought for the record, get it?
Nah, I guess my people never will
Am
The rebirth of Joshua,
I'm forever real
F
Writing's just a way to push my
heart to a shredding mill
Am
Pour out what I bottled in,
I think I'm gonna let it spill
F
So I can flush away all memories
and resembling Ron Jeremy
F
As sleep turned out to be my arc
Am
Enemy in dimes, I planted seeds
and wouldn't wanna remember me
Remember me,
despicable legacy,
the melodies, the malady,
the suicidal tendencies
F
I guess it wasn't meant to be,
Am
everything I pretend to be
Time to step up, it's penitentiary,
The food for the hopeless,
Am
F
the cruel and the bogus
And in case you haven't noticed,
Am
I'm the same little boy
F
who used to crash on your sofas
I haven't changed, only my motives,
the hurt on my shoulders
F
The ones I once considered
to be the closest
F
who've caused this metamorphosis
Am
Too scared to fall in love again
Too scared to let the troubles in
F
I know, to you it sounds comforting
Am
But to me it sounds like
anger with comforting
F
Am
I'm still suffering the pains everlasting
F
From all the games I've done mastered
And honest to God
I'm still high from the last hit
Am
When she threw plates at me
and called me a freaking bastard
F
She said she saved the rest for my casket
Am
That was the last night
I slept on the asphalt
F
I buried the hatchet, pulled away the mask
Am
And ran to find a place
where my mind could stop and grasp it
He heard my voice crack,
looked behind a mirror disguise
F
For all the guilt that I keep inside
Am
Tak ing the next plane
to nowhere
without saying goodbye
F
I cried, at times I still do
Am
I guess the scars are printed in my mental
for all the drama that I've been through
Am
My eyes, my lows, my ways with the pencil
F
I'm sinful, but I count my blessings
I learned my lessons
to rage in any second
Am
And the lady you adore
makes you depressive
F
Get it? I guess my people never will
Am
The rebirth of Joshua,
I'm forever real
F
Writing's just a way to push my heart
through a shredding mill
Am
I threw out what I bottled in,
I think I'm gon' let it spill
Shit, I know y don't
remember me
The melodies of malady,
their suicidal tendencies
F
I know it wasn't meant to be,
Am
everything I pretend to be
Time to step out this penitentiary
F
It's therapy, the food for the hopeless
Am
F
You know, the cruel and the bogus
And in case you haven't noticed
Am
I'm the same little boy
F
who used to crash on your sofas
I haven't changed,
Am
only my motives, my focus
The hurt on my shoulders,
F
the ones I once considered
to be the closest
F
who've caused this metamorphosis
It's called moving on
F
And it's all because of you
F
That I am here right at this moment
Am
Putting everything in the open
F
Am
F
Am
F
You
Am
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