D#m Don't come to me with your D#m problems I don't need them F# C# Your conscience is a F# D#m weight that I won't hold D#m You'd rather be the only one who pretends F# C# Is it cause you've been F# D#m bought and sold so young!!! Don't ask me questions, 'cause I don't got the answers If you only knew what time will tell It's all a test and lessons that you can't learn You'll know when you spend your time in hell Chorus: So as your B blood's running F# C# thin your time's D#m running out B No one will F# be listening C# not even when D#m you shout B When your angels turn to F# devils you'll C# D#m finally figure out D#m A#m That no one will be F# C# with you in the end A hypocrite, you're just a contradiction Wrapped up in your lies, who knows what's real? Well, this is it, your lonely life of fiction Do you even know how to feel? Chorus: So, as your blood's running thin, your time's running out No one will be listening, not even when you shout When your angels turn to devils, you'll finally figure out That no one will be with you in the end So, as your blood's running thin, your time's running out No one will be listening, not even when you shout When your angels turn to devils, you'll finally figure out That no one will be with you in the end, the end, the end, the end | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA#m C# D#m F# B |