Cm G I'm s-I-c-k of my Cm G meaningless life Fm Cm D# Where c-h-a-n-c-e-s Cm pass me by F A Cm G It's r-e-a-l-I-t-y Praise o-u-r lady of terrible guilt That's not my i-d-e-a of f-r-e-e will That's r-e-a-l-i-t-y Mr. c-o-o-l at all the shows Your a-t-t-i-t-u-d-e is old This is r-e-a-l-i-t-y Chorus: Fm Cm And you might ask why Fm Nothings ever how it Cm Fm seems I think I knew Cm more when I was thirteen G# A# When did life get so real? Cm G And now I feel like D D# I'm losing my mind G# A# And I used to think D# all the time And now G# A# thinking hurts and D# Cm feeling is worse G# A# I liked reality better Cm G/B A# F/A G# when it was a dream F G Cm This is r-e-a-l-I-t-y | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# B Cm D D# F Fm G G# |