Kyla La Grange - Something special

^DGrowing up slowly, I could hardly ^Bmwait ^DHad a book in each hand, a heart h^Bmungry for praise ^ATell me I'm good, ^Gmake my fucking ^Dday ^ATell me I'm funny, ^Gmake me feel o^Dk ^DGrowing up lonely, I could only ^Bmplay (play) ^DAt being somebody's VIP somed^Bmay (day) ^ATell me I'm pretty^G, pick me for yo^Dur play ^ATell me I'm clever^G, give me what I^D crave

I'm just a h^Bmeartbeat In the ^Aback seat I'm just a ^Gdead dream Behind a b^Alack screen

You just w^Bmanted to be something spe^Dcial, didn't you? ^A You just ^Bmwanted to win all the me^Ddals, didn't you?^A And now your b^Bmody's showing up the ^Dpain like cellophane ^A And there's a ^Bmfeeling written in your f^Dace, a hurricane ^A

^DGrowing up angry, I was on my w^Bmay ^DChan in each ear, a job I fucking ^Bmhate ^ATell me I'm talen^Gted, I need a b^Dreak ^ATell me I've got it, ^Gall to throw aw^Day

I'm just a h^Bmeartbeat In the ^Aback seat I'm just a ^Gdead dream Behind a b^Alank screen

You just w^Bmanted to be something spe^Dcial, didn't you? ^A You just ^Bmwanted to win all the me^Ddals, didn't you?^A And now your b^Bmody's showing up the ^Dpain like cellophane ^A And there's a ^Bmfeeling written in your f^Dace, a hurricane ^A

If I ^Bmonly had ^Dmore time, then ^AI would And if I ^Bmonly had ^Dmoney, then ^AI could I'm sick of s^Bmaying what ^DI think, that ^AI could May^Bmbe the truth i^Ds that I c^Aan't You just w^Bmanted to be something s^Dpecial, didn't you? ^A You just w^Bmanted to win all the me^Ddals, didn't you? ^A

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