4 acessos
[Intro] E|--2-----2----3-----3----5----5--5----5--5----5--5--3--3--3--3--| B|---------------------------------------------------------------| G|-----2-----------3---------------------------------------------| D|---------------------------------------------------------------| A|---------------------------------------------------------------| E|---------------------------------------------------------------| ( D F Bb G ) ( D F Bb ) ( D C G ) ( D F Bb ) [Primeira Parte] Dm We hurt ourselves for fun Bb Force-feed our fear until our hearts go numb Dm Bb Addicted to a lonely kind of love Bb What I wanna know [Pré-Refrão] Bb Is how we got this stressed out, paranoid C Everything is going dark Bb C Nothing makes me sadder than my head [Refrão] D F Bb I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops G D F Bb G I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me D C G D Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing F Bb C The emptiness is heavier than you think [Segunda Parte] Dm I'm tripping on the edge Bb High as a kite, I'm never coming down Dm Bb And if you hear me, guess you know how it feels Bb To be alone [Pré-Refrão] Bb Is how we got this stressed out, paranoid C Everything is going dark Bb C Nothing makes me sadder than my head [Refrão] D F Bb I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops G D F Bb G I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me D C G D Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing F Bb C The emptiness is heavier than you think [Ponte] D Suicidal, violent tragic state of mind D Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-Christ D Suicidal, violent, tragic state of mind D Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-Christ [Refrão] D F Bb I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops D F Bb C I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me D F Bb G D Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing F Bb C The emptiness is heavier than you think D F Bb I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops G D F Bb G I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me D C G D Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing F Bb C The emptiness is heavier than you think D F Bb G Teardrops D F Bb G Teardrops D F Bb G I'm running outta teardrops D The emptiness is heavier than you think