F       Dm
Oh little girl they just don't know 
                            F           Dm
About the weight you carry in your soul 
                               Bb
They just don't know about the fright 
                                    C
About the people and the things you like 

                               F     Dm
You know you've got nothing to prove 
                               F     Dm
The conversations borderline on rude 
                           Bb 
And by the time you've had enough 
C
How do you tell the one you love? 

F

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

F    Dm    F    Dm    Bb    C    

                          F     Dm
Oh no no no it's not your style 
                                          F      Dm
Why should you have to feel like your own child? 
                    Bb      
I wonder if he is impressed 
                             C
Should I have worn the other dress? 

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

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

Bb    C     Bb     C    Bb    Bb    C     x2

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

When just a look could be the start

F    Dm    F    Dm    Bb    C    F(hold)