Sarah McLachlan - Fallen

He^Amaven bent to take my hand and le^Fad me through the f^Cire - be the l^Gong-awaited a^Amnswer to a l^Fong and painful fi^Cght. ^G T^Amruth be told, I tried my best, but s^Fomewhere along the w^Cay I ^Amgot caught up in a^Cll there was to of^Ffer, and the p^Amrice was so much m^Core than I could b^Fear.

Though I've tried, I've fallen. I h^Cave su^Gnk so low^Dm. I me^Fssed up - be^Ctter, ^GI should know. ^Dm So don't co^Fme 'round here and t^Cell me, "^G;I told^Dm you so."

We a^Amll begin with good intent: l^Fove was raw and yo^Cung. We beli^Geved that we could c^Amhange ourselves, the p^Fast could be undo^Cne. B^Gut we c^Amarry on our backs the burden t^Fime always reve^Cals in the lo^Gnely light of mo^Amrning, in the wo^Dmund that would not h^Feal. It's the b^Dmitter taste o^Ff losing everyt^Ching that I've h^Geld so d^Dmear.

I've fallen. I h^Cave su^Gnk so low^Dm. I me^Fssed up - be^Ctter, ^GI should know. ^Dm So don't co^Fme 'round here and t^Cell me, "^G;I told^Dm you so."

He^Amaven, bend to take my hand: n^Fowhere left to t^Curn. I'm l^Gost to those I th^Amought were friends, to e^Fveryone I k^Cnow. ^GOh, they t^Amurn their heads, embarassed, prete^Fnd that they d^Con't see. But it's ^Amone missed step, o^Cne slip before you kn^Fow it. And there d^Amoesn't seem a w^Cay to be rede^Femed.

Though I've tried, I've fallen. I h^Cave su^Gnk so low^Dm. I me^Fssed up - be^Ctter, ^GI should know. ^Dm So don't co^Fme 'round here and t^Cell me, "^G;I told^Dm you so."