Juice Wrld Wishing Well

tom: C Intro: C Dm Am F C Am F C Waiting for the exhale [Refrão] C Dm Am I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale F C Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well C Dm Am Still no luck, but oh well F C I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail Am Stress on my shoulders like a anvil F C Perky got me itching like a anthill Am Drugs killing me softly, Lauryn Hill F C Sometimes I don't know how to feel [Primeira Parte] C Dm Am Ring-ring, phone call from depression F C You used my past and my memories as a weapon C Dm Am On the other line, I talk to addiction, huh F C Speaking of the devil, all the drugs, I miss them Am This can't be real, is it fiction? F C Somethin' feels broke, need to fix it Am I cry out for help, do they listen? F C I'ma be alone until it's finished [Pré-Refrão] Am F This is the part where I tell you I'm fine, but I'm lying C I just don't want you to worry Am F This is the part where I take all my feelings and hide 'em C 'Cause I don't want nobody to hurt me [Refrão] C Dm Am I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale F C Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well C Dm Am Still no luck, but oh well F C I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail Am Stress on my shoulders like a anvil F C Perky got me itching like a anthill Am Drugs killing me softly, Lauryn Hill F C Sometimes I don't know how to feel [Segunda Parte] C Dm Am Sometimes I don't know how to feel F Let's be for real C C Dm If it wasn't for the pills, I wouldn't be here Am F C But if I keep taking these pills, I won't be here, yeah Am I just told y'all my secret, yeah Am I really think I need them [Pré-Refrão] Am F This is the part where I tell you I'm fine, but I'm lying C I just don't want you to worry Am F This is the part where I take all my feelings and hide 'em C 'Cause I don't want nobody to hurt me [Refrão] C Dm Am I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale F C Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well C Dm Am Still no luck, but oh well F C I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail Am Stress on my shoulders like a anvil F C Perky got me itching like a anthill Am Drugs killing me softly, Lauryn Hill F C Sometimes I don't know how to feel