Written by Christopher Owens
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 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 (2x) 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