Nightmare

	 
[Intro]
F     Em 
        Now I lay me down to sleep 
Am              C 
   I pray the Lord, my soul to keep 
F                       Em 
  If I shall die before I wake 
           Am           C 
I pray the Lord, my soul to take
[Estribillo]
F           Em                           Am 
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life 
        C                          F 
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind 
          Em                        Am 
They talk shit, but I love it every time 
      C 
And I realize
[Estrofa]
N.C.                           Am 
I've tasted blood and it is sweet 
               C                      F 
I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet 
             Em                 Am 
I've trusted lies and trusted men 
                     C           N.C.       F 
Broke down and put myself back together again 
                         Em 
Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters 
   Am                    C 
Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger 
F                         Em 
I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers 
    N.C. 
And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors
[Pre-Estribillo]
F                    Em 
Come on little lady, give us a smile 
      Am                    C 
No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about 
      F                      Em 
I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for 
  Am                    N.C. 
A moment to say I don't owe you a Goddamn thing
[Estribillo]
F           Em                           Am 
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life 
        C                          F 
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind 
          Em                        Am 
They talk shit, but I love it every time 
      C 
And I realize
[Post-Estribillo]
    F                        Em               Am       C 
I'm no sweet dream but I'm a hell of a night 
         F                         Em              Am       C 
That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night
[Estrofa]
F             Em                             Am 
  No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth 
                    C                         F 
And I'ma let you speak if you just let me breathe 
            Em                           Am 
I've been polite, but won't be caught dead 
                      C             N.C.     F 
Lettin' a man tell me what I should do in my bed 
                Em 
Keep my exes in check in my basement 
       Am                       C 
'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent 
F                      Em 
I could play nice or I could be a bully 
    N.C. 
I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be
[Pre-Estribillo]
F                    Em 
Come on little lady, give us a smile 
      Am                    C 
No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about 
      F                      Em 
I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for 
  Am                    N.C. 
A moment to say I don't owe you a Goddamn thing
[Estribillo]
F           Em                           Am 
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life 
        C                          F 
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind 
          Em                        Am 
They talk shit, but I love it every time 
      C 
And I realize 
F           Em                           Am 
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life 
        C                          F 
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind 
          Em                        Am 
They talk shit, but I love it every time 
      C 
And I realize
[Puente]
F            Em          Am                 C 
Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware 
    F          Em   Am                   C 
But I'd rather be a real nightmare, than die unaware, yeah 
F            Em          Am                 C 
Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware 
    F           Em   Am                 N.C. 
But I'm glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers
[Estribillo]
F           Em                           Am 
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life 
        C                          F 
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind 
          Em                        Am 
They talk shit, but I love it every time 
      C 
And I realize 
F           Em                           Am 
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life 
        C                          F 
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind 
          Em                        Am 
They talk shit, but I love it every time 
      C 
And I realize
[Post-Estribillo]
    F                        Em               Am       C 
I'm no sweet dream but I'm a hell of a night 
         F                         Em              Am       C 
That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night