C F Some days, I look in the mirror and I think Am F The meanest things, all the meanest things C F Some days, I'm holding my self-worth up Am F By a string, a string G Am F But every day that I don't hide myself away Dm F C To me, is a tiny victory Some days, it feels like a wrecking ball swinging Through my ribcage, my ribcage Some nights I'm just a million broken pieces singin' On a stage I'm a little more broken open, but a little more free And that's a tiny victory Chorus: G Am F And if battles can win a war G I can keep picking my sword up off the floor F And learn to treasure these C F Am F Tiny victories, tiny victories Some days, givin' up on myself looks so So easy to do, it's so easy to do The struggle is slow, I'm barely movin' the needle And the cracks may be few, but there's light coming through Chorus Tiny victories, tiny victories G Am F Every day that I don't hide myself away G Am F Every day that I don't hide myself away Dm F C To me, is a tiny victory | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C Dm F G |