F5       D5
Oh little girl they just don't know 
                            F5           D5
About the weight you carry in your soul 
                               Bb5
They just don't know about the fright 
                                    C5
About the people and the things you like 

                               F5     D5
You know you've got nothing to prove 
                               F5     D5
The conversations borderline on rude 
                           Bb5 
And by the time you've had enough 
C5
How do you tell the one you love? 

F5

                           Bb5                          C5  
He'll never know about the times that you cried in the movies 
                     Bb5                          C5
Never know about the times that you cried to the music 
           Bb5                                                   C5     C(mute) 
About your mother or your father or the way you got your broken heart 
                                      
And just a look could be the start 

F5    D5    F5    D5    Bb5    C5    

                          F5     D5
Oh no no no it's not your style 
                                          F5      D5
Why should you have to feel like your own child? 
                    Bb5      
I wonder if he is impressed 
                             C5
Should I have worn the other dress? 

                              F5         D5
You'd never had a doubt about yourself 
                                         F5     D5
Why should you take it then from someone else? 
                         Bb5
And if by now he doesn't see 
C5
Maybe it wasn't meant to be 

                           Bb5                          C5
He'll never know about the times that you cried in the movies 
                     Bb5                          C5        
Never know about the times that you cried to the music 
            Bb5                                                         C5
He'll never know about the feelings that you've had about him from the start 

Bb5    C5     Bb5     C5    Bb5    Bb5    C5     x2

                           Bb5                          C5   
He'll never know about the times that you cried in the bedroom 
          Bb5                          C5          
About the times that you cried in the classroom 
           Bb5                                                   C5 
About your mother or your father or the way you got your broken heart 

When just a look could be the start

F5    D5    F5    D5    Bb5    C5    F(hold)