Tuning: E A D G B E

[Intro: Mike Shinoda]

^E5This is not the end, this is not the beginning ^E5Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision ^E5But you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm ^E5Though the words sound steady something empty's within them ^E5We say yeah with fists flying up in the air ^E5Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there ^E5Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear ^E5Until we dead it, forget it, let it all disappear

[Verse 1: Chester Bennington]

^EWaiting for the end to come Wishing I had ^Astrength to stand This is not what ^F#mI had planned It's out of my c^Eontr^Bol ^EFlying at the speed of light Thoughts were spinning ^Ain my head So many things were ^F#mleft unsaid It's hard to let ^Eyou go^B

[Hook: Chester Bennington]

^C#mI know what it takes to ^Amove on ^C#mI know how it feels to ^Alie ^EAll I want to do Is ^Btrade this life for something new ^C#mHolding on to what I haven't^A got

[Verse 2: Chester Bennington]

^ESitting in an empty room Trying to forget the ^Apast This was never ^F#mmeant to last I wish it wasn't ^Eso ^B

[Hook: Chester Bennington]

^C#mI know what it takes to ^Amove on ^C#mI know how it feels to ^Alie ^EAll I want to do Is ^Btrade this life for something new ^C#mHolding on to what I haven't^A got

[Verse 3]

^E5What was left when that fire was gone ^E5I thought it felt right but that right was wrong ^E5All caught up in the eye of the storm ^E5And trying to figure out what it's like moving on ^E5And I don't even know what kind of things I said ^E5My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead ^E5So I'm picking up the pieces, now where to begin ^E5The hardest part of ending is starting again

[Outro: Mike Shinoda & Chester Bennington] E C#m B

^EAll I want to do Is trade this life for something new ^C#mHolding on to what I haven't^B got

^EThis is not the end, this is not the beginning ^EJust a voice like a riot rocking every revision (I'm ^C#mholding on to what I haven't^B got) ^EBut you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm

Though the words sound steady something empty's within them We say yeah with fists flying up in the air Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear

^C#m(Holding on to what I haven't^B got) Until we dead it, forget it let it all disappear

Linkin Park - Waiting for the end