Tom: E C Well, its just the fault of circumstance F The game of youth, the threat of chance C G C And I cant seem to find another way C To justify my loss of words F But some day, they say Ill be cured C G C But, be assured Ill always be this way F G And we all suffer guilt and shame F C In the frame of skin and bones F C Little one, youre not alone Em F C I think its time you stepped out of the shade F G But who among your chosen ones F C Am I to be so bold? F C To the one who cant be told? Em F C No dont, believe, a single thing I say C But I recall that night right well F We stood the streets while darkness fell C G C Said, you could tell I had something to say C Well I tried to leave but you said no F That eventually we all must go C G C So we search the town to find out why we stay F G And now the days are growing thin F C And the leaves litter the streets F C And the fog infests my sheets Em F C And we are each to scared to even greet the day F G And all those resolutions F C Unfulfilled,I will soon repeat F C Cant escape my own deceit Em F C Oh, I do intend to meet myself someday C And it sickens me to see you now F With your pursed lips and your purchase crowd C G C Spouting out self-evidence as proof C But you are virtue, you are why F Mothers weep and young men die C G C For just the sight of the pyrite of your tomb F G But what shames me the most my dear F C Is the hate you left behind F C In the shallows of my mind Em And the cold out lines F C Where once you used to lay F G So Ill pour out this parting glass F C And attempt to wash my hands F C Of what your memory demands Em F C No, I never planned for things to end this way