Nightmare

F     Em
        Now I lay me down to sleep
Am              C
   I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
F                       Em
  If I shall die before I wake
           Am           C
I pray the Lord, my soul to take

F           Em                           Am
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
        C                          F
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
          Em                        Am
They talk shit, but I love it every time
      C
And I realize

                           Am
I've tasted blood and it is sweet
               C                      F
I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet
             Em                 Am
I've trusted lies and trusted men
                     C                  F
Broke down and put myself back together again
                         Em
Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters
   Am                    C
Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger
F                         Em
I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers
And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors

F                    Em
Come on little lady, give us a smile
      Am                    C
No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about
      F                      Em
I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for
  Am
A moment to say I don't owe you a Goddamn thing

F           Em                           Am
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
        C                          F
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
          Em                        Am
They talk shit, but I love it every time
      C
And I realize
    F                        Em               Am  C
I'm no sweet dream but I'm a hell of a night
         F                         Em              Am  C
That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night

F             Em                             Am
  No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth
                    C                         F
And I'ma let you speak if you just let me breathe
            Em                           Am
I've been polite, but won't be caught dead
                      C                  F
Lettin' a man tell me what I should do in my bed
                Em
Keep my exes in check in my basement
       Am                       C
'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent
F                      Em
I could play nice or I could be a bully
I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be

F                    Em
Come on little lady, give us a smile
      Am                    C
No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about
      F                      Em
I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for
  Am
A moment to say I don't owe you a Goddamn thing

F           Em                           Am
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
        C                          F
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
          Em                        Am
They talk shit, but I love it every time
      C
And I realize
F           Em                           Am
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
        C                          F
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
          Em                        Am
They talk shit, but I love it every time
      C
And I realize

F            Em          Am                 C
Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware
    F          Em   Am                   C
But I'd rather be a real nightmare, than die unaware, yeah
F            Em          Am                 C
Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware
    F           Em   Am
But I'm glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers

F           Em                           Am
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
        C                          F
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
          Em                        Am
They talk shit, but I love it every time
      C
And I realize
F           Em                           Am
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
        C                          F
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
          Em                        Am
They talk shit, but I love it every time
      C
And I realize
    F                        Em               Am  C
I'm no sweet dream but I'm a hell of a night
         F                         Em              Am  C
That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night

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