Thousand Foot Krutch - Be somebody

^FmI’m just the boy inside the man, not exactly who you think I am ^DTrying to trace my steps back here again so many times ^AI’m just a speck inside your hand, you came and made me who I am ^FmI remember where it all began so clearly ^DI feel a million miles away, still you connect me in your way ^AAnd you create in me something I would’ve never seen ^DWhen I could only see the floor, you made my window a door ^FmSo when they say they don’t believe, I hope that they see you in me ^BmAfter all the lights go down, ^DI’m just the words you are the sound ^AA strange type of chemistry, ^Dhow you’ve become a part of me ^FAnd when I sit alone at night, ^Ayour thoughts burn through me like a fire ^EmYou’re the only one who knows who I really am. ^AWe all wanna be somebody, ^Dwe just need a taste of who we are. ^AWe all wanna be somebody, ^Dwe’re willing to go but not that far. ^FmAnd we’re all see through, just like glass ^DAnd we can shatter just as fast ^AThat light’s been burned out for a while, ^FmI still see it every time I pass ^DIt was lost in the corners of my mind, ^ABehind a box of reasons why ^FmI never doubted it was there, ^DIt just took a little time to find and even when... ^DI feel a million miles away, still you connect me in your way ^AAnd you create in me something I would’ve never seen ^FmWhen I could only see the floor, you made my window a door ^CSo when they say they don’t believe I hope that they see you in me ^BmAfter all the lights go down, ^DI’m just the words you are the sound ^AA strange type of chemistry, ^Dhow you’ve become a part of me ^FAnd when I sit alone at night, ^Ayour thoughts burn through me like a fire ^EmYou’re the only one who knows who I really am ^AWe all wanna be somebody, ^Dwe just need a taste of who we are ^AWe all wanna be somebody, ^Dwe’re willing to go but not that far ^AWe all wanna be somebody, ^Dwe just need a taste of who we are ^AWe all wanna be somebody, ^Dwe’re willing to go but not that far ^FmI’m just the boy inside the man, not exactly who you think I am ^DTrying to trace my steps back here again so many times ^AWhen I could only see the floor, you made my window a door ^FmSo when they say they don’t believe, I hope that they see you in me