Full Circle taby ukulele według Movements

[Intro]
D A Cm

D
I'm tearing apart at the seams

Still trying to mend these holes in my jeans
                            A
Leaving my skin to stain as I bleed
         Cm
Give up  disintegrate  secede
D
Toss and turn in this concrete bed

And in the morning I'll try again
A
Pray for something to ease my dread
             Cm
End up with trembling limbs instead and this feels endless
D
As if there's not a solace in the world that can mend this
                              A
Everything will repeat in the end it's not a matter of 'if' it's 'when'
Cm
This has happened before it'll happen again


D                                   A
It comes in waves and I'm pulled below
                                D
It's not subjective  it's clinical
                             F#m               A   D
Drown myself in the undertow of all my imbalanced chemicals
               A
And this cycle comes full circle
D                F#m   Cm   A
This cycle comes full circle again

D F#m A
D F#m A

               D
So back to the needle and the thread
         F#m                       A
I've had enough of this blood I've bled
                D
I wanna breathe life in my lungs again
          F#m                   A
Clear the thought that fucks my head
          D
Without a struggle there can't be progress
                  F#m               A
(Even though the weight is crushing me)
          D
Without a struggle there can't be progress
         F#m         A
(Aim to kill  fight defeat)

D  A  D

 A
'Til it comes around again

D                                 A
It comes in waves and I'm pulled below
                                D
It's not subjective  it's clinical
                           F#m                 A   D
Drown myself in the undertow of all my imbalanced chemicals
               A
And this cycle comes full circle
D                F#m   Cm   A
This cycle comes full circle again

D  A  D  A

D
'Cause I've had days that I swore would be my last
    A
And spent months walking on this broken glass
D                                                             A
Just to tiptoe towards the thought that maybe someday I'd get back  to who I used to be
D
To what I used to see in the mirror
A
Instead of this misery
                   D                                                           A                       D
And to rid myself of this cloud that will rain down and cause me to slip back in to my apathy  but I know 
eventually
                A
I'm gonna come around and maybe it won't be easy but it will be worth it and the results will be profound
D                                                                 A
Because instead of feeling cornered the corners of my mouth will start to point up
                             D
Instead of being anchored down

D