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I'm Chelsea Beckett & Joseph Mark Trohman is my hero.
Cheers.

I’m every cliché but I simply do it best.




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To the emergency exit door, no.


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Thursday, March 20, 2008
I Was Never Much for Heartbreaks and Overused Sighs 7:35 AM

I wrote this song yesterday I even made the chords but I’ve still got to work on the chorus and bridge chords. Anyway, I wrote it cause I felt really bad about what happened between me and ***** and I just can’t help but die inside every time his sad, hurt face shows up in my head. Sigh.


I Was Never Much for Heartbreaks and Overused Sighs


Our last conversation

Keeps rolling in my head

5 years gone

Spent lying, waiting you said


Screaming out loud, I just want to let you know

It hurts me more than my face shows


For crying out loud, I’m sorry I left

Your heart wide open

But I swear, I care about you

Lovers or friends

But it all comes down to this

I’d rather die than ever hurt you


You don’t know

What to say yet the tears were shed

I guess he was right when he said

Boys and girls were never meant to be bestfriends


I never knew, I thought it was over

The episodes of you and me, a thousand times over


For heaven’s sake, why didn’t you just tell me?

I saw you us a thousand times

When we were supposed to be alive

And now I can barely look you in the eye

Let alone look at this the same again


I never meant for this to cut deeper

Than it actually did

I never meant to tear you apart

But maybe, just maybe

For all I know we could be


For crying out loud, I’m sorry I left

Your heart wide open

But I swear, I care about you

Lovers or friends

But it all comes down to this

I’d rather die than ever hurt you


Cause I swear, I’d rather die than ever hurt you…


There you go. The verse kind of goes like G F F#m Am7 and the pre chorus goes like G C F Am7 (hammer-on B string). Same goes for the rest of second verse and pre-chorus. Like I said, working on the chorus & bridge. Was it that bad? Honestly, let me know.

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