Tone: [F]
You could be hap[F]py and I[C] won't kno[Bb]w
But you weren't happy the d[F]ay I watc[C]hed you g[Bb]o
And all the things that I wis[F]h I h[C]ad not said[Bb]
Are played on lips 'til it's ma[F]dness i[C]n my hea[Bb]d
Is it too late to rem[Gm]ind you h[F]ow we wer[Bb]e?
But not our last days of si[Gm]lent, scream[F]ing blu[Bb]r
Most of what I rem[Gm]ember mak[F]es me sure[Bb]
I should have stopped you from walk[F]ing o[C]ut the doo[Bb]r
You could be hap[F]py, I ho[C]pe you ar[Bb]e
You made me happier th[F]an I'd be[C]en by fa[Bb]r
Somehow everything I[F] own sme[C]lls of yo[Bb]u
And for the tiniest mo[F]ment it's a[C]ll not tru[Bb]e
Do the things that you al[Gm]ways wa[F]nted t[Bb]o
Without me there to hold yo[Gm]you back, don't [F]think, just d[Bb]do
More than anything I [Gm]want to s[F]see you g[Bb]go
Take a glorious b[F]ite out of th[C]e whole wor[Bb]ld
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