Tom: C
Introdução:
C#m A
Scattered
F#m
Like the leaves upon the wind when
C#m A F#m
Seasons must begin to change again
C#m A
Shattered
F#m
Pointed shards, a heart is broken
C#m A D7+
Left in patterns on the carpet where she wept
C#m A
Tear-stained face, I can't face these
F#m
Demons all alone, they don't like me
C#m A
All night, they stay and eat like
F#m
They talk and they write in thunder and lightening
C#m A
Gloves on, match met
F#m
God makes Her bet
C#m A D7+
That I'll lay my head down again in this bed
C#7+ A
I think I might need some help
F#m
I don't feel like myself
G#
I don't feel like myself
C#7+ A
I think I might need some help
F#m
I don't feel like myself
G
I don't feel like myself
C#m A
Scattered
F#m
Like the leaves upon the wind when
C#m A F#m
Seasons must begin to change again
C#m A
Shattered
F#m
Pointed shards, a heart is broken
C#m A D7+
Left in pieces on the carpet where she bled
C#m A
Bloodstained hands all around me
F#m
Hidden blades in a two-faced society
C#m A
With sinister grins, they carve out their wings
F#m
From what's left of my sanity
C#m A
Gloves on (Gloves on), match met (Match met)
F#m
God makes Her last bet (God makes Her bet)
C#m A D7+
That I'll lay my head down again in this bed
C#m A
I think I might need some help
F#m
I don't feel like myself
G#
I don't feel like myself
C#m A
I think I might need some help
F#m
I don't feel like myself
F#m
I don't feel like myself
C#m A
Clothing scattered all over my single bedroom apartment
F#m
My drink splattered look just like the paint on a Jackson Pollock
C#m A
My grey matter been havin' me seein' red, but regardless
F#m
I'm not just mad at myself, I'm mad at the world
C#m A
My girl says I got trust issues, honestly, I fuck with you
F#m
It's just I need the guts to say, "Fuck it" and open up to you
C#m A
But it's just open cuts too disgusting to be discussed with you
F#m
Too caught up in my emotions like Usher to confess to you
C#m A
Caught up in my dreams and nightmares, demons don't fight fair
F#m
Wakin' up weepin' from my night terrors, I'm actin' light-skinned
C#m A
Really dreamin' of cryin', I need me a Zion right here
D7+
Can't see 'em comin' down my eyes, so I write tears (Oh, oh, woah)
C#7+ A
I think I might need some help (I don't feel like myself)
F#m
I don't feel like myself (I don't feel like myself)
G#
I don't feel like myself (Anymore)
C#7+ A
I think I might need some help
F#m
I don't feel like myself
G#
I don't feel like myself