Chris Renzema - 17

H^Bbere I am, confessing again I k^Ebnow I've let You down I'^Bbve said it a thousand times N^Ebever again starts now I^Bb've slept through so many days I've wa^Ebsted so much time ^{Ebsus Bb}Can't solve it with a song Can't f^Ebix it with a rhyme ^Ebsus

So I'll t^Fry To be h^Gmonest with m^Ebyself Ag^Fain But I can f^Gmeel just so un^Ebcomfortable in my ^Fskin No, You t^Gmold me that You l^Ebove me But I don't remember w^Fhen Oh-^Gmoh-oh-^Eboh

F^Bbeel like I was so much wiser when ^EbI was 17 S^Bbaw the world in just two shades Didn't st^Eband in the in-between If the m^Bban I was back then saw w^Ebho I am right now W^Bbonder if he'd be disappointed in h^Ebow he would turn out

So I'll tr^Fy To be h^Gmonest with my^Ebself Aga^Fin But I can f^Gmeel just so un^Ebcomfortable in my s^Fkin No, You ^Gmtold me that You ^Eblove me But I don't remember wh^Fen Oh-o^Gmh-oh-oh^Eb-oh-oh O^Fh-o^Gmh-oh-^Eboh

"Ch^Fild, stop ^Gmlistening to y^Ebourself so m^Fuch I have ^Gmmade you more than w^Eborthy of My ^Flove You are fe^Gmarfully and wonderfully ^Ebmade And that's eno^Fugh" Whoa-o^Gma-oa^Eb-oa "Whoa, chi^Fld If you could s^Gmee yourself the ^Ebway that I ^Fdo You'd see I ^Gmmade you in My im^Ebage and My work's not th^Frough Oh, we'll da^Gmnce on his disap^Ebpointment In a world made n^Few" Wh^Gmoa-oa^Eb-oa

Oh, ^FI know your heart is t^Gmired The floods and the fi^Ebre Have made this seem a^Bbll too far g^Fone Oh, ^FI know your heart is br^Gmoken But the last words I've sp^Eboken The best is st^Bbill yet to c^Fome Oh, ^FI know your heart is t^Gmired The floods and the f^Ebire Have made this seem a^Bbll too far go^Fne Oh, ^FI know your heart is b^Gmroken But the last words I've s^Ebpoken The best is st^Bbill yet to co^Fme