Tom: Bbm
C# A
I don't know what to say
F#m
I wish it wasn't this way
G#
But you lost me long ago
A
To your one man show
F#m
And now you're left with your pride
A
And no one else by your side
F#m
But the reflection of yourself
G#
In the trophies on your shelves
C#
Underneath it all
D#m G#
We're all quite plain
C#
With all your jazz stripped off
D#m G#
You're just the same
F#m Bbm
But you don't even have a voice of your own
F#m
You couldn't tell by yourself
Bbm F#
What's right from wrong
C#
And I don't know what to say...
You never learned to fly with your own wings
But they can make you dance
By pulling strings
You only care for the attention you bring
The crowd has crowned you
As their king
