Nightmare

[Intro]

F     Em
        Now I lay me down to sleep
Am              C
   I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
F                       Em
  If I shall die before I wake
           Am           C
I pray the Lord, my soul to take

[Estribillo]

F           Em                   
I, I keep a record of the 
        Am
wreckage of my life
        C                          
I gotta recognize the weapon in my 
F
mind
          Em                       
They talk shit, but I love it every
 Am
 time
      C
And I realize

[Primera Parte]

                           Am
I've tasted blood and it is sweet
               C                   
I've had the rug pulled beneath my 
   F
feet
             Em                 Am
I've trusted lies and trusted men
                     C        
Broke down and put myself back 
          F
together again
                         Em
Stared in the mirror and punched it 
to shatters
   Am                    C
Collected the pieces and picked out 
a dagger
F                         Em
I've pinched my skin in between my 
two fingers

And wished I could cut some parts 
off with some scissors

[Pre-Estribillo]

F                    Em
Come on little lady, give us a smile
      Am                    C
No, I ain't got nothin' to smile 
about
      F                      Em
I got no one to smile for, I waited 
a while for
  Am
A moment to say I don't owe you a 
Goddamn thing

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[Estribillo]

F           Em                   
I, I keep a record of the 
        Am
wreckage of my life
        C                          
I gotta recognize the weapon in my 
F
mind
          Em                       
They talk shit, but I love it every
 Am
 time
      C
And I realize

    F                        Em   
I'm no sweet dream but I'm a hell 
            Am  C
of a night
         F                         
That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a 
Em              Am  C
hell of a night

[Segunda Parte]

F             Em                 
  No, I won't smile, but I'll 
            Am
show you my teeth
                    C              
And I'ma let you speak if you just 
           F
let me breathe
            Em                
I've been polite, but won't be 
           Am
caught dead
                      C            
Lettin' a man tell me what I should
      F
 do in my bed
                Em
Keep my exes in check in my basement
       Am                      
'Cause kindness is weakness, or 
 C
worse, you're complacent
F                      Em
I could play nice or I could be a 
bully

I'm tired and angry, but somebody 
should be

[Pre-Estribillo]

F                    Em
Come on little lady, give us a smile
      Am                    C
No, I ain't got nothin' to smile 
about
      F                      Em
I got no one to smile for, I waited 
a while for
  Am
A moment to say I don't owe you a 
Goddamn thing

[Estribillo]

F           Em                   
I, I keep a record of the 
        Am
wreckage of my life
        C                          
I gotta recognize the weapon in my 
F
mind
          Em                       
They talk shit, but I love it every
 Am
 time
      C
And I realize
F           Em                   
I, I keep a record of the 
        Am
wreckage of my life
        C                          
I gotta recognize the weapon in my 
F
mind
          Em                       
They talk shit, but I love it every
 Am
 time
      C
And I realize

[Puente]

F            Em          
Someone like me can be a real 
Am                 C
nightmare, completely aware
    F          Em   Am           
But I'd rather be a real 
        C
nightmare, than die unaware, yeah
F            Em          
Someone like me can be a real 
Am                 C
nightmare, completely aware
    F           Em   Am
But I'm glad to be a real nightmare,
 so save me your prayers

[Estribillo]

F           Em                   
I, I keep a record of the 
        Am
wreckage of my life
        C                          
I gotta recognize the weapon in my 
F
mind
          Em                       
They talk shit, but I love it every
 Am
 time
      C
And I realize
F           Em                   
I, I keep a record of the 
        Am
wreckage of my life
        C                          
I gotta recognize the weapon in my 
F
mind
          Em                       
They talk shit, but I love it every
 Am
 time
      C
And I realize

    F                        Em   
I'm no sweet dream but I'm a hell 
            Am  C
of a night
         F                         
That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a 
Em              Am  C
hell of a night