[Strophe]
E                                              C#m 
Lately, I'm countin' the minutes that I've got left 
    E                                             C#m 
And lately, I'm countin' the words that I haven't said 
       G#                         A 
'Cause you will never know what I been through 
    G#                           A 
And you should be a little more gentle
[Strophe]
    E                                     C#m 
But maybe I need to start taking my own advice 
       E                                           C#m 
'Cause my heart's so heavy, it’s ready to fall out twice 
       G#                          A 
'Cause you will never know what I been through 
   G#                           A            B 
So you should be a little more gentle with me
[Refrain]
    A              B           G#              C#m 
My skin is made of glass, but apparently it’s stained 
           A              B                 G#             C#m 
'Cause you notice all the cracks, but can’t look inside my pain 
           A              B         C#m  B   A   G# F# F#m       F#  B 
And if you throw another stone then I'd stay far a--waaaay, far awaaaay 
  
I just might break
[Strophe]
E                                              C#m 
My life is just a fadin' memory of one I can't have 
    E                                             C#m 
And everythin' 'round me is starting to fade into black, mmm 
    G#                          A 
But black and white is so much better 
    G#                       A 
I'm learning how to hide my colors 
    G#                            A            B 
You should've been a little more gentle with me
[Refrain]
    A              B           G#              C#m 
My skin is made of glass, but apparently it’s stained 
           A              B                 G#             C#m 
'Cause you notice all the cracks, but can’t look inside my pain 
           A              B         C#m  B   A   G# F# F#m       F#  B 
And if you throw another stone then I'd stay far a--waaaay, far awaaaay
[Pont]
                A 
I just might break, break 
   E    G# 
Break, aaah 
 A 
Hey, might break 
  E           G# 
Might break, mmm
[Refrain]
    A              B           G#              C#m 
My skin is made of glass, but apparently it’s stained 
           A              B                 G#             C#m 
'Cause you notice all the cracks, but can’t look inside my pain 
           A              B         C#m  B   A   G# F# F#m       F#  B 
And if you throw another stone then I'd stay far a--waaaay, far awaaaay 
  
I just might break