I suppose I should get over this
I'm not the first and not the last
To ever wake up with a hurt inside
But it just won't go away
It's getting worse now every day
And I can't find a hole that's big enough where I can crawl and hide.
I'd rather go blind
Yeah I'd rather go blind
The see you with another guy
Verse 2 : (same chords as before)
Verse 3 : (no chords for first 2 lines, then same as before)
You robbed me of my peace of mind