Emilie Autumn - With every passing day

^CWith every ^Ebdimpassing ^Dm7day,^{G7 Dm}I close my ^E7eyes and ^Amsay, ^{Am7 F}"Here it ^Gcomes, that happy ^Em7end--^Am7ing, Dm7 or Dm D7 G G7 Sending me on my way." ^CIt's just a ^Ebdimgame I ^Dm7play^G7, ^DmDreaming my ^E7life aw^Amay. ^{Am7 F}Though I ^Gknow my day is ^Em7pass-^Am7ing, ^DmWith every ^G7passing ^Cday.

^FWhen I was n^C7aive and wore my ^FHeart upon my sle^Gm7eve, they told ^C7me, ^F"Love's ^Dma ^Dgame that doesn't ^Gmlast for ^Gm7long." ^C7Then love ^Ccame and showed me ^A7they were ^Dmwrong. ^G7Love, it seems, reserves its ^C7rules for all the ^Caugfools.

^FThere is one thing ^C7I've discovered, ^FLittle something I'^Gm7ve un^C7covered. ^FNo ^Dmone ^Dknows what lies a^Gmround the ^Gm7bend, ^C7Just sup^Cpose my luck is ^Don the ^Gmend. ^E7Hope is hig^A7h, ^D7That is wh^Gy...

^CDaydreams that ^Ebdimfly so ^Dm7far,^{G7 Dm}Melt all my ^E7fears ^Amaway^Am7. ^FThough I ^Gknow my day is ^Em7passi^Am7ng, ^DmWith ^G6ev--^Dm7ery ^G5pass-^Ging ^Cday.