Karliene - Hurt

I ^Churt my^Dself to^Amday, to ^Csee if ^DI still ^Amfeel I ^Cfocus ^Don the ^Ampain, the ^Conly ^Dthing that's ^Amreal The ^Cneedle ^Dtears a ^Amhole, the ^Cold fa^Dmiliar ^Amsting Try to ^Ckill it ^Dall a^Amway, but I re^Cmember ^Devery^Gthing

^AmWhat Have I be^Fcome,^C my sweetest ^Gfriend ^AmEveryone I ^Fknow, goes a^Cway in the ^Gend And ^Amyou could have it ^Fall, ^Cmy empire of ^Gdirt ^AmI will let you ^Fdown, ^GI will make you ^Amhurt

I ^Cwear this ^Dcrown of ^Amshit, u^Cpon my ^Dliars ^Amchair ^CFull of ^Dbroken ^Amthoughts, ^CI can^Dnot re^Ampair Be^Cneath the ^Dstains of ^Amtime, the ^Cfeeling^D disap^Ampears ^CYou are ^Dsomeone ^Amelse, ^CI am ^Dstill right ^Ghere

^AmWhat Have I be^Fcome,^C my sweetest ^Gfriend ^AmEveryone I ^Fknow, goes a^Cway in the ^Gend And ^Amyou could have it ^Fall, ^Cmy empire of ^Gdirt ^AmI will let you ^Fdown, ^GI will make you ^Amhurt

If ^CI could ^Dstart a^Amgain, a ^Cmillion ^Dmiles a^Amway ^CI would ^Dkeep my^Amself, ^CI would ^Dfind a ^Amway