Em Am
I’m not sure if it’s gonna work
Am Em
Maybe I need some time alone
All the little things she said
All the little pills I take
D Am Em
Maybe it’s just a little dream for me
D Am Em
Some kind of little fantasy
Am D
Maybe it’s your little game
Am D
That I’m not prepared to play
Did you see those little lights?
They got dimmed by the autumn winds
Did you feel some glimmer of hope?
It got killed by the winter breeze
Maybe it’s just a little dream for me
Some kind of little fantasy
Maybe it’s your little game
That I’m not prepared to play
Did you see that broken smile?
And how it still keeps smiling.
Did you see that broken man?
And how quiet he is dying.
Maybe life is suppose to be this way
Painted in some kind of deeper grey
Or maybe it’s just me
It’s the way I chose to see