Misc Your Songs - Sam curry - red hands

B^Amoth my dirty h^Gands stained red A^Fll the wispers ^Dmin my head I w^Ament upstairs and s^Ghot 'em dead But s^Fomehow I still f^Dmeel misled

I n^Ameed someone to st^Geal my heart Tear a^Fll my stubborn w^Dmalls apart T^Amell me I can s^Gtill restart F Fm | C | Dm Am | E | 2x And find my perfect counterpart

^CI believe in a ^DmGod who truly ^Amcares ^{E C}But every night when I ^Dmgo to say my ^Amprayers ^{E Dm}I look up and I ^Cask if He's ^Eunaware Of the ^Cdamage in my ^Dmsoul that needs ^Amrepair ^F

^GI'm crying everyday and I'm ^Amshy cause I ^Gcan't let ^Fgo Don't ^Gask if I'm ok, I will ^Amlie cause I ^Gcan't say ^Fno It ^Fhurts so bad how I ^Emcan't feel the ^Fpain no ^Gmore ^GMaybe I'm just sad but it ^Amfeels like ^Gso much ^Fmore

So I ^Fput it in a ^Gsong to fight it Give me ^Dmgasoline and ^AmI'll ignite it Wish my ^Gdemons go away but I ^Ambarred up ^Gevery ^Fdoor So I'll ^Gsing this song till I ^Amcan't hear ^Gthem no ^Fmore

My ^Gwords are loaded guns and ^Amdepression ^Gfeels like ^Fwar I'll ^Ghave to hold my tongue cause my ^Amheart is ^Gso so ^Fsore I'm ^Fnot my father's son, he was ^Emalways ^Fso much ^Gmore ^GMusic's not for fun, it is ^Amtherapy ^Gfor my ^Fcore So I ^Fwrote a song to ^Gtry and rest it ^Dmnever really ^Amworked I guess Cause I ^Gsing it loud and ^Amstrong ^Gto this ^Fday I ^Gpray that someday my ^Amdemonds will ^Ggo ^Faway