Madison Cunningham - Death by suspicion

^EmThere I go again, I've been ^Fstuck inside my head And ^Emmy imagination tends to t^Gmurn on me ins^C7tead ^FmI can't help that ^Cmworry makes the f^G/Abrame of my bed Oh, ^Emhelp me, I fear I^Am don't even ^Fknow the ^Bbworst of i^Dt I've been f^Emooled in all directions, what makes t^Gmhis any diffe^C7rent? ^FmFor this lack of e^Cmvidence I ^G/Abdie a thousand deaths by my susp^Dicion ^{Bb G}

^EmWhat is wrong with me? At my ^Ftouch, skin turns to salt And w^Emhen I'm cold, I p^Gmull the earth ar^C7ound me like a shawl I'm a ^Fmwinged creature, l^Cmearned to crawl ^G/AbBack to the arms of my sus^Cadd9picion

I ^Fmwalk along inv^Cadd9*isible r^Cadd9ows Filled with ^Fmcritics that ^Cadd9*agree and o^Cadd9ppose I just ^Fmdo exactly ^Cadd9*as I am ^Dtold 'Til I ^Bbcan't make sense of anyt^Ghing at all^{D Bb G}

^EmIt's a sweet suggestion, but ^Fstill I question ^EmIf not now then ^Bbwhen? Will ^Empower come to those who need it? When ^Gmthere's no power ^C7left to spend Your ^Fmmeans and end, a^Cmll depends On ^G/Abwho it is you're asking for per^Cadd9mission

^FmI walk along in^Cadd9*visible ^Cadd9rows Filled with ^Fmcritics that ^Cadd9*agree and o^Cadd9ppose I just ^Fmdo exactly ^Cadd9*as I am ^Dtold 'Til I c^Bban't make sense of any^Gthing at all ^{D Bb G}

^ETongue and ^Bbsword, this int^Eernal ^Bbwar ^EI chalk up the ins^Bbtruction 'Til I ^Ccan't take your ins^Emtruction an^Eymore ^EHeavy l^Bboad, what ^Edo I bear it f^Bbor? At what ^Ecost and what re^Bbward? Oh, this ^Cadd9daughter of instruction Is the ^Emdaughter of ins^Etruction no ^Dmore ^{Bb G}