Substance

F C Gm F

[Verse]
F                                 
It was never meant to get to this 
      C
place

Thought that I had the strength

Had you once
Gm
Then around again

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Around again
F
Guess I'm weaker than I think

[Verse]
F
Sweet as cinder

And an open flame
C
Nothing but smoke to give away
            Gm
Thought that I was strong

But now I guess
F
I'm just weaker than I think