| INTRO: |
| Cm | |
| Cm | |
| You and me |
| Gm | Fm | |
| We | used to be to | gether |
| Bb | Gm | Fm | Bb | |
| E | very day to | gether | always |
| Cm | Gm | |
| I | really feel |
| Fm | Bb | |
| I'm | loosing my | best friend |
| Cm | |
| I | can't believe |
| Gm | Fm | Bb | |
| This | could be | the end |
| Cm | Gm | Fm | Bb | |
| It | look as | though | you're letting | go |
| D# | |
| And | if it's real, |
| Bb | C | |
| Well | I don't want to | know |
| CHORUS: |
| Fm | |
| Don't speak |
| C# | D# | |
| I know just what you're | saying |
| C | Bmb | |
| So please stop ex | plaining |
| C | Fm | C# | C | |
| Don't | tell me cause it | hurts |
| Fm | |
| Don't speak |
| C# | D# | |
| I know that you're | thinking |
| C | Bmb | |
| I don't need you're | reasons |
| C | Fm | C# | C | |
| Don't | tell me cause | it hurts |
| Cm | |
| Our | memories |
| Gm | Fm | |
| They can be in | viting |
| Bb | |
| But some are | altogether |
| Gm | Fm | Bb | |
| Mighty brighte | ning |
| Cm | Gm | Fm | Bb | |
| As we | die, both | you and | I |
| D# | Bb | |
| With my head in my | hands |
| C | |
| I sit and | cry |
| CHORUS |
| It's all ending |
| You gotta stop pretending who we are... |
| You and me |
| I can see us dying... are we? |
| CHORUS |
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