Not My Game

Not My Game by Stumfol
March 3, 2012
Standard Tuning
No Capo
Strum Once: *

Intro

A E F#m D

Verse 1

         A            E  F#m                  D
Well I tried, Yes I tried, to be the kind of man
     A                           E        F#m
That I could, that I could be proud of
                         D
At least every now and then

Pre-Chorus

         A                 E
But the more I tried, the more I see
  F#m              D                      A
The person that I used to be was someone else
          E   F#m                              D
Someone smaller, someone who had something to say

Chorus

F#m   E   C#                             F#m
           And they tell me that these changes
D                       E      C#
Are quite common these days
              F#m                    D
But I'm not willing to, no I'm not willing to
                      E                 A
To accept this as a game that I should play

Instrumental

A E F#m D

Verse 2

          A              E   F#m                   D
Well I thought, Yes I thought, that I would go my way
                 A                        E
No matter what they say, no matter what they try
F#m                        D
Well I'll stay my self anyway

Pre-Chorus

         A                 E
But the more I tried, the more I see
       F#m                    D
That things ain't how they used to be
                A                  E
In my younger days, when all the glitter
F#m                             D
When all the glitter seemed as gold

Chorus

F#m   E   C#                             F#m
           And they tell me that these changes
D                       E      C#
Are quite common these days
              F#m                    D
But I'm not willing to, no I'm not willing to
                      E                 A
To accept this as a game that I should play

Instrumental

A E F#m D
A E F#m D

Verse 3

A           E   F#m                D
And if you wonder, where you might go
A             E   F#m                   D
When you are older, it's better not to know
                     A                     E
Cause' when you're young everything that glitters
F#m          D                      A             E
Seems to be gold, and when you're older you may realise
F#m                D        A*
All the lies they told, to you