Skyscraper Boyce Avenue [Verse 1] Skies are [G]crying, I am w[C]atching, Catching t[Em]eardrops in my[D] hands. Only silen[G]ce, as it's en[C]ding, like we [Em]never had a c[D]hance. Do you hav[G]e to make me f[C]eel like there's [Em]nothing left of [D]me? [Chorus] You can take e[G]verything I [C]have, You can break [Em]everything I [D]am, Like I'm made of [G]glass,[C] like I'm made of [Em]paper.[D] Go on and [G]try to tear me [C]down, I will be [Em]rising from the g[D]round, Like a sky[G]scr* (azchords.com)