The Singing Scoutmaster: Hurt

Am C D Am C D

AmI Churt my-Dself to-Amday, to Csee if DI still Amfeel

I Cfocus Don the Ampain, the Conly Dthing that's Amreal

The Cneedle Dtears a Amhole, the Cold fam-Diliar Amsting

Try to Ckill it Dall a-Amway, but I re-Cmember Devery-Gthing

AmWhat have I be-Fcome, Cmy sweetest Gfriend

AmEveryone I Fknow, goes a-Cway in the Gend

And Amyou could have it Fall.

GMy empire of dirt

AmI will let you Fdown, GI will make you Amhurt

C D Am C D Am

AmI Cwear this Dcrown of Amthorns

U-Cpon my Dliars Amchair

CFull of Dbroken Amthoughts, CI can Dnot re-Ampair

Be-Cneath the Dstains of Amtime the Cfeelings Ddisa-Amppear

CYou are some-Done Amelse

CI am Dstill right Ghere

AmWhat have I be-Fcome, Cmy sweetest Gfriend

AmEveryone I Fknow, goes a-Cway in the Gend

And Amyou could have it Fall.

GMy empire of dirt

AmI will let you Fdown, GI will make you hurt

GIf AmI could start a-Fgain a Gmillion miles away

AmI will keep my-Fself

GI would find a way