Misc Your Songs - Trina sulita - she is

^GI was almost d^Dsus4reaming, when I ^Csus2feel her squeeze my side ^GAnd wake to fi^Dsus4nd her with tear^Csus2s in her eyes ^GShe said I was^Dsus4 too still, and ^Csus2she begged me not to die, so I held her tight ^GShe'll wear fl^Dsus4annel on a frida^Csus2y, a tight dress on saturday ^GShe don't need^Dsus4 any makeup, but^Csus2 she wears it anyways ^GAnd I know why^Dsus4, even when she ^Csus2doesn't say, and that's ok

Cuz she's ^Dalways ^Con my m^Gind Even w^Dhen she's ^Cby my s^Gide She's the b^Dreath I b^Creathe, the l^Gife I need She ^Ais, she ^Cis everything

^GNow a few months ^Dsus4later, we just c^Csus2an't see eye to eye ^GBut I can't help ^Dsus4but stare when s^Csus2he walks by ^GShe says to move ^Dsus4on, but even if ^Csus2I tried ^GI can't let^Dsus4 it die ^Csus2

Cuz she's ^Dalways ^Con my m^Gind Even w^Dhen she's ^Cby my s^Gide She's the b^Dreath I b^Creathe, the l^Gife I need She ^Ais, she ^Cis everything

^GNow when I'm d^Dsus4reaming, I pre^Csus2tend she's by my side