You Awful Me Michale Graves
Lately I'[F]ve been thinking less and less about the world
the flie[F]s all die, singing songs and dead birds flying.
Nothi[F]ng ever seems so wrong, I never seem to make sense.
I am tryi[Am]ng, I am[Em] try[Am]ing.
Ma[F]ybe I just laugh to instiga[Am]te the things I've done and I feel normal.
I must find t[G]he rest of pieces left b[Em]ehind. [F]
Father's Daugh[Am]ters, seems so binding. [G]
Do[Am]mestic Violence shy and she is crying, she is crying.
Chorus
You've brought[F] me into [Am]this dar[Em]k disma[Am]l blackened place, You awful me.
Verse
Hold her hands so she ca[Am]n't move and make her shut her mouth.
Make a mess of [G]my life, restrain for con[Em]trol. [F]
Kill her s[F]low Disassemble one by one the ties that bind.
He is dying H[Am]e is d[Em]ying. [Am]
Chorus
You've br[F]ought me[Am] into[Em] this[Am] dark dismal awful place, You awful me!
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