[Primera Parte]

Dm            C                   G
About time for anyone telling you
                 Dm 
I throw all your deeds
Dm              C
   No sign, the roar and thunder
 G                 Dm
Stopped in cold to read
Dm                C
   I get mine and make no excuses
G                 Dm
Waste of precious breath (No time)
Dm                   C
   The sun shines on everyone
        G                Dm
Anyone, love yourself to death

[Estribillo]

                   Dm                Am
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
                G                        Dm
You'll never be loved till you make your own
               Dm                Am
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
                      G                     Dm
You'll never know the top 'till you get too low
Dm
   Oh son of a
Dm
   Stepfather
Dm
   Oh son of a
G
I'm so sorry
Dm
   Oh son of a
Dm
   Stepfather
Dm
   Oh son of a
G
I'm so sorry

[Segunda Parte]

Dm          C
No lies and no deceiving
G               Dm
Men is what you lose
Dm               C
   I keep trying to conceive
     G              Dm
That death is from above (No time)
Dm                C
   I get mine and make no excuses
G                 Dm
Waste of precious breath (No time)
Dm                   C
   The sun shines on everyone
        G                Dm
Anyone, love yourself to death

[Estribillo]

                   Dm                Am
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
                G                        Dm
You'll never be loved till you make your own
               Dm                Am
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
                      G                     Dm
You'll never know the top 'till you get too low
Dm
   Oh son of a
Dm
   Stepfather
Dm
   Oh son of a
G
I'm so sorry
Dm
   Oh son of a
Dm
   Stepfather
Dm
   Oh son of a
G
I'm so sorry

[Puente]

Bb                            C
   Life isn't always what you think it'd be
Bb
   Turn your head for one second
        C
And the tables turn
Bb                           C
   And I know, I know that I did you wrong
Bb
   Will you trust me when I say
          C                     Bb
That I'll make it up to you somehow
    C
Somehow

[Estribillo Final]

                  Dm                Am
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
                G                        Dm
You'll never be loved till you make your own
               Dm                Am
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
                      G                     Dm
You'll never know the top 'till you get too low
Dm
   Oh son of a
Dm
   Stepfather
Dm
   Oh son of a
G
I'm so sorry
Dm
   Oh son of a
Dm
   Stepfather
Dm
   Oh son of a
G
I'm so sorry