Perfect Thing

Bm A This plan was a reap, to greet to the ones we can’t E E7 reach but now it’s up to destiny to get on its feet. Bm A The sky was sore but there was no fall to the wall, E E7 it was all wore off when you weren’t here, these days, these days G Em Days of the perfect thing could really count as a Am F# depleted win, for me, just me Bm A The feeling of despair and sadness is not one we like to E E7 share but it’s there, oh it’s there. Bm The point was lost but there was no point, A The gun was shot but there was no bullet E E but the bullet of betrayal the bullet of betrayal G Em Days of the perfect thing could really count as a Am F# depleted win, for me, just me D I know what you have done G but I’m not the all for giving one A D And you should know that Bm To pat you on your way only brake my heart G Em Days of the perfect thing could really count as a Am F# depleted win, for me, just me