Beth Crowley - How it ends

There's ^Ema dar^Gkness that p^Amlays behind your wi^Ccked smile An aching ^Em sa^Gdness as you c^Amradle me like I^C'm a child This is ^Em ma^Gdness ^Am We're desc^Cending into ^Em mad^Gness ^{Am C}

And it c^Amhills me ^Cto the b^Gone ^D Even ^Amwhen you're go^Cne I^G'm not al^Done I'm never al^Emone

I'm searching, des^Gperate for a fr^Amacture in your^C shell ^Em With every pa^Gssing day it g^Amets harder to ^C tell ^Em Where the dem^Gon stops and wh^Amere you be^Cgin But I pr^Amomise you this is^Cn't how it e^Emnds

I am ^Em frighten^Ged as we t^Amumble down the ^Crabbit hole My grip ^Em tig^Ghtens, I'm cl^Aminging to your ^Cmissing soul You can ^Em fight t^Ghem ^Am Tog^Cether we can ^Em fight^G them ^{Am C}

Tell me ^Amyou're not too^C far gon^Ge ^D That ^AmI'm not a f^Cool for^G holding ^Don I have to ho^Emld on

I'm searching, de^Gsperate for a f^Amracture in you^Cr shell ^Em With every pa^Gssing day it g^Amets harder to ^C tell ^Em Where the dem^Gon stops and wh^Amere you be^Cgin But I pr^Amomise you this is^Cn't how it e^Gnds ^D

And ^Emdeep within your tw^Gisted truth You ^Ammade yourself a h^Come But it's a pl^Emace where I can't fo^Gllow you Don't le^Amave me on my o^Cwn I can't ^Amdo this on m^Cy own

^Em I'm searching, desp^Gerate for a fra^Amcture in your ^C shell ^Em With every pa^Gssing day it g^Amets harder to ^C tell ^Em Where the dem^Gon stops and wh^Amere you be^Cgin But I pr^Amomise you this is^Cn't how it e^Emnds