I'm So Sorry

	  		Dm              C                  G            Dm 
 about time for anyone telling you off for all your deeds 
Dm            C                  G                 Dm 
 no sign the roaring thunder stopped in cold to read  (no time) 
Dm              C 
Get mine and make no excuses 
G                 Dm 
Waste of precious breath (no time) 
Dm                 C 
 the sun shines on everyone 
        G                Dm 
Everyone, love yourself to death 

                  Dm                Am 
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go 
                G                       Dm 
You'll never be loved till you've made your own 
               Dm                Am 
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours 
                      G                     Dm 
You'll never know the top till you get too low 

Dm         G 
A son of a stepfather 
Dm 
A son of a 
G 
I'm so sorry 
Dm         G 
A son of a stepfather 
Dm 
A son of a 
G 
I'm so sorry 

Dm           C 
 no lies and no deceiving 
G               Dm 
Man is what he loves 
Dm             C 
 i keep tryin' conceive 
     G              Dm 
That death is from above (no time) 
Dm              C 
 i get mine and make no excuses 
G                 Dm 
Waste of precious breath (no time) 
Dm                 C 
 the sun shines on everyone 
          G                Dm 
Everyone, love yourself to death 

                  Dm                Am 
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go 
                G                       Dm 
You'll never be loved till you've made your own 
               Dm                Am 
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours 
                      G                     Dm 
You'll never know the top till you get too low 

Dm         G 
A son of a stepfather 
Dm 
A son of a 
G 
I'm so sorry 
Dm         G 
A son of a stepfather 
Dm 
A son of a 
G 
I'm so sorry 

Bb                          C 
 life isn't always what you think it'd be 
Bb                                     C 
 turn your head for one second and the tables turn 
Bb                         C 
 and i know, i know that i did you wrong 
Bb                                      C                     Bb 
But will you trust me when i say that i'll make it up to you somehow 
    C 
somehow 

                  Dm                Am 
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go 
                G                       Dm 
You'll never be loved till you've made your own 
               Dm                Am 
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours 
                      G                     Dm 
You'll never know the top till you get too low 

Dm         G 
A son of a stepfather 
Dm 
A son of a 
G 
I'm so sorry 
Dm         G 
A son of a stepfather 
Dm 
A son of a 
G 
I'm so sorry 

Dm  G 
    i'm so sorry(3x)