The Tragic Truth
Five Finger Death PunchVersion1
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I'm drowning in the bottom of a bottle
Running from a man I swore I'd never be
No one ever has to face tomorrow
But I'm the one who has to face me
It's the demons I've created for myself
The tragic truth
It's hard for me to understand myself
So it has to be hard as hell for you
For you
Are we born to be broken, sinners, and thieves
Someone tell the heavens that I'm ready to escape
This is not what I wanted not what I need
Take it all tear it all
Rip it all away
I can't say the Devil made me do it
I chose to be the one I am, the way I am today
I wish there was but there's no way around it
In the end I made the choice and will not die ashamed
I'ts the voices screaming in my head
The tragic truth
It's hard for me to understand myself
So it has to be hard as hell for you
You
Are we born to be broken, sinners, and thieves
Someone tell the heavens that I'm ready to escape
This is not what I wanted not what I need
Take it all, tear it all, rip it all away!
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Readable chord sheet for The Tragic Truth by Five Finger Death Punch
I[Am]'m drowning in the b[G]ottom of a b[F]ottle R[Am]unning from a m[G]an I s[F]wore I'd never [Am]be N[Am]o one ever h[G]as to face t[F]omorrow B[Am]ut I'm the one who [G]has to face m[F]e It's the d[Am]emons I've cre[G]ated for my[F]self The t[G]ragic t[F]ruth It's h[Am]ard for me to understand my[G]self So it h[Am]as to be h[G]ard as hell for y[F]ou For [G]you A[Am]re we born to be b[G]roken, s[Dm]inners, and t[Am]hieves S[Am]omeone tell the h[G]eavens that I'm [Dm]ready to e[Am]scape T[Am]his is not what I w[G]anted [Dm]not what I n[Am]eed T[G]ake it all t[Dm]ear it all R[F]ip it all away I[Am] can't say the D[G]evil made me [Dm]do it I[Am] chose to be the [G]one I am, the w[Dm]ay I am t[Am]oday I[Am] wish there was but t[G]here's no way a[Dm]round it I[Am]n the end I [G]made the choice and w[Dm]ill not die a[F]shamed I'ts the v[Am]oices screaming in my h[G]ead The t[Am]ragic t[Dm]ruth It's h[Am]ard for me to understand m[G]yself So it [Am]has to be h[G]ard as hell for y[F]ou Y[G]ou A[Am]re we born to be b[G]roken, s[Dm]inners, and t[Am]hieves S[Am]omeone tell the h[G]eavens that I'm r[Dm]eady to e[Am]scape T[Am]his is not what I w[G]anted n[Dm]ot what I n[Am]eed T[G]ake it all, t[Dm]ear it all, r[F]ip it all away!