Natalie Grant - The real me

^GFoolish heart looks like^D we're here again Sam^De old game of plas^Gtic smile Do^Gn't let anyb^Dody in Hiding^Am my heartache, will this glass hou^Cse break How muc^Ch will they^G take befor^Ce I'm empty Do I le^AMt it show, does anyb^Cody know?

But yo^Gu see the r^Deal me Hidin^Emg in my skin, broke^Cn from within Unvei^Gl me comple^Dtely I'm looseni^Emng my grasp There^C's no need to ma^Amsk my frailty Cause^D you see the^G real me

^GPainted on, life is behind a ^Dmask Self-inflicted circus ^Gclown

I'm tired of the song and ^Ddance Living a cha^Amrade, always on par^Cade

What a mess I've m^Gade of my exis^Ctence But you love me even ^Amnow

And still I see some^Dhow

But ^Gyou see the ^Dreal me ^EmHiding in my skin, ^Cbroken from within

Un^Gveil me compl^Detely I'm l^Emoosening my grasp

^CThere's no need to mask my fr^Amailty ^DCause you see the r^Geal me

^CWonderful, beauti^Amful is what you ^Gsee When you ^Dlook at me You're turn^Cing the tattered fa^Ambric of my ^Dlife into

A perfect tapes^Ctry ^CYeahhh

I just ^Gwanna be ^Dme

But y^Gou see the ^Dreal me ^EmHiding in my skin, ^Dbroken from within

^GUnveil me comp^Dletely I'm l^Emoosening my grasp

^GThere's no need to mask my fr^Amailty Cause you ^Dsee the ^Greal me