Dont Cry

D A E F#m


[Verse 1]
        D
I had a friend reach out and tell me
           A
I've got a lot up on my plate
          E
I told her don't you ever worry
        F#m
You got me when times are grey
          D
She said; "Nathan, I feel ugly
      A
No one understands my pain
      E
And my parents never listen
         F#m
I'd rather die than feel this way."


[Chorus]
     D          A
Don't cry, don't die
E                         F#m
Give it two years, it'll only take 
time
    D                            A
And you're never ever ugly with a 
smile that bright
  E                                
No, your parents don't listen but I
F#m
 swear they wanna try
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            D                      
Know you're stressed, and 
          A
depressed, and your hair is a mess
           E                    
But you're cute when you lose or 
       F#m
you're mad at your friends
     D                       A
And I hate when you cry every time 
that I said
      E                            
Oh, I love when you're here, I 
 F#m
don't want this to end


[Verse 2]
      D                         A
Can we not talk school for once, it 
makes me nauseous
E                         F#m
Everyone in class is either mean or 
real obnoxious
        D                          
And I'm sorry that I said it, but I
 A
 felt so fuckin' lost
             E                   
It's like my life is just a token 
        F#m
either spent it or you lost it
        D
Here I'm sittin', eye inside the 
storm issuing
A
Waiting, being patient for the rain 
to ruin
                E
Everything I've ever loved or ever 
touched, Or ever gave a fuck about
F#m
I'm sorry that I hurt you friend, 
I'm sorry that I let you down


[Bridge]
    D                  A
And I, don't care, I'll always be 
there
   E                    F#m
No, I won't give up on you
    D                  A
And I, don't care, I'll always be 
there
   E                    F#m
No, I won't give up on you


[Otro]
        D
I had a friend reach out and tell me
           A
I've got a lot up on my plate
          E
I told her don't you ever worry
        F#m
You got me when times are grey
          D
She said; "Nathan, I feel ugly
      A
No one understands my pain
      E
And my parents never listen
         F#m
I'd rather die than feel this way."