Am C#m Am C#m
You seem to find the dark, when everything is bright
Am C#m Gm F#m
You look for all that’s wrong, instead of all that’s right
Am C#m Am C#m
Does it feel good to you, to rain on my parade
Am C#m Gm F#m
You never say a word, unless it’s to complain
Gm Dm
It’s driving me insane
Am Em
If I were you
Gm Dm
Holding the world right in my hands
Am Em
The first thing I’d do
