Bm Cut cut cut cutting myself down to pieces G Too hard on myself it would seem That Em everyone could see F# myself worth beneath Bm I'll take a stand devise plans Figure G Em it out I'll take my cuts and stitch them F# up With sutures A of pure cement and G A# And I've realized Chorus: D There's no right Bm way to go So what if I'm a sinner Em I've got black spots on my liver A And cancer grown on both my lungs D We take everything Bm we know About ourselves and put Em them in A diary in a fire ring A F#/A# Scrutiny below Em not me now I think G A Bm I'm ready to go Back, back, back, back to the crooner in question I sure hope you all like my songs Well maybe I put too much talk in my rhymes And melodies so stunning brainwashing minds From day one I took pride in my Pure and honest intentions And I've realized Chorus G A# And I've realized D That I don't wanna Bm be judged no more G A# And I've realized Chorus I think I'm ready to go! | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# Bm D Em F# G |