Ballad of a Homeschooled Girl piano leadsheet with chords

Cat got my tongue, and I don't think I get a long with an y one.

Blood run ning cold, I'm on the out side of the great est in side joke.

And I hate all my clothes.

Feels like my skin does n't fit right o ver my bones.

So I guess I should go.

The par ty's done and I'm no fun,

I know, I know, I know,

I know.

I broke a glass, I tripped and fell,

I told se crets I should n't tell,

I stum bled o ver all my words.

I made it weird, I made it worse.

Each time I step out side,

it's so cial su i cide.

It's so cial su i cide.

Wan na curl up and die.

It's so cial su i cide.

Ah, ah, ah.

I laughed at the wrong time,

sat with the wrong guy.

Search ing how to start a con ver sa tion on a web site.

Talked to this hot guy, swore I was his type.

Guess that he was mak ing out with boys,

like, the whole night.

Ev 'ry thing I do is trag ic.

Ev 'ry guy I like is gay.

The morn ing af ter I pan ic:

"Oh God, what did I say?"

Wan na curl up and die.

It's so cial su i cide.

Yeah, when I'm a lone I'm fine,

but don't let me out at night.

It's so cial su i cide.

It's so cial su i cide.

Ah, ah, ah.

Ah,

I broke a glass,

tripped and fell, told se crets I should n't tell,

stum bled o ver all my words.

Made it weird, I made it worse.

Each day that I'm a live,

it's so cial su i cide.

It's so cial su i cide.

Wan na curl up and die.

It's so cial su i cide.

It's so cial su i cide.

Don't let me out at night.

I'm shocked I'm still a live.

It's so cial su i cide.

Thought your mom was your wife.

Called you the wrong name twice.

Can't think of a third line:

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la la la la la la.