(Em) (D) (Em) (D)
Wish I was too dead to cry
(D) (Em)
Self affliction I face
(Em) (D) (Em) (D)
Stones to throw at my creator
(D) (G) (D)
Masochists to which I cater
Chorus
(Em) (D)
You don\'t need to bother
(Em) (B)
I don\'t need to be
(Em) (D)
I\'ll keep slipping farther
(C) (D) (Em)
Once I hold on I won\'t let go till it bleeds
A background run after the course Sounds more from the Bass
[(Em) (D) (B) (A)]
Verse 2
Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I can at all
Never had the voice to protest
So you fed me
I wish I had a reason
My flaws are open season
For this I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my time