Chords
Three

Key: C

Introduction: F    C    F    C    G    Am    G    F    

difficulty
very easy |||||
                             F                    C  
Maybe I've done enough
                                          F                         C  
And your golden child grew up
                                                                        G         Am  
Maybe this trophy isn't real love
          G                 F                                    Dm      C    G  
And with or without it I'm good enough
                                  F              C  
Maybe I've done enough
                        F                    C  
Finally catching up
                                                                          G            Am         G            F  
For the first time I see an image of my brokenness
                     Dm            Am    G  
Utterly worthy of love
                             F         C  
Maybe I've done enough
 F    C    G)  
 Am    G    F)  
                                     C      F  
And I finally see myself
                                                     C              G  
Through the eyes of no one else
                                Am                                 G              Am  
It's so exhausting on this silver screen
                G                         F                         Dm    C      G  
Where I play the role of anyone but me
                                     C      F  
And I finally see myself
                                        C         G  
Unabridged and overwhelmed
        Am                                                    G                 Am  
A mess of a story I'm ashamed to tell
                     G                 F                                    Dm            C         G  
But I'm slowly learning how to break this spell
                                     F      C  
And I finally see myself
 F    C    G)  
 Am    G    F)  
                             F                            C  
Now I only want what's real
                                                        F                 C  
To let my heart feel what it feels
                                                                                     G            Am  
Gold, silver, or bronze hold no value here
                G                    F                    Dm              C    G  
Where work and rest are equally revered
                  F                            C  
I only want what's real
                                          F                      C  
I set aside the highlight reel
                                                                                  G      Am                                 G      F  
And leave my greatest failures on display with an asterisk
                          Dm      C    G  
Worthy of love anyway
 Dm    C    G)